STILL, WHAT FOLLOWS ARE ENOUGH MATCHES TO LIGHT TWENTY FIRES. AND ONE SCARY GRAPH.
First, as usually, here is the past week on my blog in bullet-points, which is better than bullets. There were:
- A photo story of my transfer from Slovenia to Italy with no regard to odds;
- an almost 360 degree view of Ljubljana from the Skyscraper and a happy song about it;
- a look at five Slovenian coast windows noting why they are just like me;
- a comedic post with quotes and a performance by a special lady and photos of young bestia;
- the first part of atmospheric Pitigliano Thursday Doors;
- and a birthday post for a certain Anima with photos from our trip to “Slovenian Tuscany”.
While waiting for the Oscars, wondering if I’ll last long enough to see what America comes up with next (pardon, California), I noticed this scary graph:
This is what happens when you’re spoilt. When I started my first blog and had very few visitors, I wasn’t upset at all about it, I did it as a kind of diary and collection of memories and moments, “for me”, as we say.
Now I cry when I see two visitors during the entire Sunday and not much more on Saturday. Not really cry but wonder what happened. True, I haven’t posted anything for the full two days. This must be the reason. Yes? Or no?
What if I have been put on some sort of black list, to keep BBC company? Or is everybody outside this weekend, doing carnivals, picking spring flowers, performing those first garden works? Has something happened to 3/4 of the countries and all I’m watching on TV are reruns? I actually checked if either of the two visitors was American. It was. Once there was a song “Besuchen Sie Europa solange es noch steht“. Visit Europe as long as it still stands, and then do a world tour.
I feel that I’ve been reading too much. There are some really scary graphs around. In the past you were good as long as you stayed away from the ads. Now it’s everywhere: the control, the mind-fucks, the attempts to change how you think and what you do. That is, make you do nothing.
The following matches might not light any fires, but they warm my heart at least a little. And in times like these there is not much higher.
Meanwhile, all the Oscars have landed. LaLaLand still stands. One winner and one subject of the winning film were physically unable to attend due to prohibition of entry into the land.
Hm! Bluuuuu mmoooooolight after all. ♫♪
Everything is unravelling. Good night. (I suggest clicking on the first photo and proceeding horizontally.)
Photo: © signature mmm (except two: sis and me & amore and me)
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: A Good Match