The Dusty Room on an Island

When the sunlight shines through the curtainless window pane, dustlike particles become visible in mid-air. My nose is red and my eyes are watery. I look like someone who just lost love but it's just dust.

Stumbled upon

in a moment of time, Elsa Mora drew this, which to Alice, looked a bit like her(her kind of dress)...drowning in Magic Mushrooms...

Then she received this piece of music from a buddy, so she put two together.

Sendiri Syok Sendiri.

Purely Self-indulgence.

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slightly disturbed, mostly fascinated

sendiri syok sendiri

Sing a Song!

Subjective viewpoints from a singer turned radio deejay.  

“Hey, you’re that singer. Sing a song”!

“Hey,  no”.

He’s an artist.

 

“Hey, you’re that singer. Sing a song”!

“Sure”.

He’s a celebrity.

 

Everyone is conditioned, so no judgments are necessary. 

Regardant La Peinture Secher

Fragile Harmony

last Saturday, Alice was at an art exhibition on the road of Jalan Berangan & saw a real treat!

" I get it"!

Translation:

Jalan(Malay) = Road 

Berangan(Malay) = Daydream