Someone once asked me, if I had to choose... Would I rather be alone or with a crowd, silly question I thought. Obviously it would depend on numerous context, so I couldn't really give a proper answer. I went home, pondered... Without a context, would it even be possible to give an absolute answer? One that would generalize across the board no matter where you are, what climate, what culture, what language, what atmosphere. Ambivalent? Indefinitely. I was determined to give an answer. Simply the platitude of a 'kiasu' little homosapien, you know. And so, one day when I met up with this friend again... I answered... "Alone" and she went... "What?"... I repeated, "Alone. I'd rather be alone... In a crowd."
I'd like to be in this perpetual state of isolation and yet be right smack-dab in the middle of it all. Why? Because you get everything... It's like a win-win situation, and the other win is for yourself. Greedy, wishful, and mindless? Yup, all of it.
Of Douglas fir, it stood above the rest. Lines clean as a hound's tooth, colours that reflected a higher temperate; a warmth that 'originated' from none other than a toasty fireplace. A species of another league. It projected an enduring appeal to whoever laid eyes upon her. Ah, the fibrous tissues.
He had an imaginative mind, a canvas-like one if you will. From ideas like etching, painting, carving, bevelling and more. Mr. Myers knew that coupled with stained glass and panels, it will bring forth the elegance that he envisioned. So he did, he chose her.
Purely metaphorical, I'd like to add :)
- c h e r
