From where I am standing right now, some twenty five thousand feet, I can see almost everything. Or perhaps, almost nothing. It is so quiet, as if the God's speaking to you. You question the cold, the darkness, the melancholy... and then the realisation. Yes you have brought no one but yourself up here.

Karlovy Lazne. Prague. There you would find him tonight. His last in the city of Kafka, his first of this year. It is strange how time never stops, never withdraws existence like every other thing does. Love, as people abandon you. Love, as you abandon people. God, as He ceases to exist at some point in your life; as soon as you begin connecting with the darkness within and around you. Hope, when it dies with the diminishing light of your father's eyes.

May the perpetual light be, if there is any, with those departed.

The year 2012. Love. God. My father.