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On my way to the train station, I walked down these stairs. I thought they were nice even if there was litter along the side of them, so I took a picture. Since no one was coming that way, I decided to take another one with a different filter.

The result was a little more artistic – to my eye. For some reason the rubbish became important, giving the photo a certain flair or realness. I’m not sure how to describe it, but this shot appealed to me more than the first because it hid the rubbish in plain sight and made it a part of the landscape.
As I looked at the actual stairs the rubbish was still there. It looked dirty, it was not artistic. A thought struck me; even though it looks pretty, rubbish is still rubbish that needs to be cleaned, no matter what filter is used to disguise it true nature.
I remember reading Hamlet in high school. After it was over the teacher showed us a play of Hamlet done in one minute, it was amusing. I’ve searched the internet in hopes of finding this video, but to no avail. Instead, I’ve found a few other videos that sum up the plot in 60 seconds or less, like the one above from Famous Last Nerds.
This lead to other videos, and finally to 60 Second Recaps, which is quite brilliant, they sum up stories in 60 seconds, not just plots, but the different themes that run through the stories. It’s fun to watch.
Now I want to watch The Lion King …
Felicia Cohen shows us around her microstudio.
This makes me think of my stuff. Do I have enough stuff to fit into this space? Or is this space too small for me? First off, I don’t think I can EVER live in this space, not because I have too much stuff, but because I’d have to give up my dream of owning a library. I want a library. I want a place where I can have my books and have my solitude. I can’t imagine not having books around me. Even though I have a kindle which has close to 200 books on it, I still can’t imagine living without physical books.
If my books weren’t allowed, I think I could fit, but I would never do this. Why pay about $700 for such a small place when it’s not necessary?

As I walked to the train station, I noticed buds on the trees.
“These are the signs of spring,” I thought and it thrilled me a bit.
A little further on I saw this tree beginning to blossom. It reminded me of cherry blossoms, something I’ve only seen in pictures. This year, I’ll try to go to a cherry blossom festival, or at least to see the blossoms. There’s something about a blossoming tree that makes me feel light inside. It’s a little reminder that after the stark nakedness of winter, comes life.