Weihnachtsbaum

Charlie Brown: I think there must be something wrong with me, Linus. Christmas is coming, but I’m not happy. I don’t feel the way I’m supposed to feel.

Charlie Brown: I just don’t understand Christmas, I guess. I like getting presents and sending Christmas cards and decorating trees and all that, but I’m still not happy. I always end up feeling depressed.

Linus Van Pelt: Charlie Brown, you’re the only person I know who can take a wonderful season like Christmas and turn it into a problem. Maybe Lucy’s right. Of all the Charlie Browns in the world, you’re the Charlie Browniest.
A Charlie Brown Christmas (1965) (watch the clip)

Reflecting Pool

Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you’re just a reflection of him?
Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes

Update 2014-07-18:
Hi, my corner of the world was recently battered by a powerful typhoon that knocked out power for most of the city. As a result, I have not been able to engage in my usual online activities, and will not be able to for a while at least. Honestly, I have no idea when things will get back to normal, so updates will be spotty. I’m so sorry guys, and please stay safe.

Water Bearer

Garden, Para–aque, Metro Manila.
Parañaque

By someone’s arbitrary measurement, another cycle of this planet’s revolution has just ended. So, depending on which hemisphere you inhabit, the new year starts either during the depth of winter or the height of summer. But perhaps you more sensibly celebrate the commencement of spring? Or maybe fall is the ideal occasion to signal the Earth’s renewal? But if you’re truly smart and not a square, the year only begins during convention season.

Atrium

Kuala Lumpur International Airport, Sepang, Selangor
Kuala Lumpur, Selangor

I used to dream often of a garden in Kyoto, along the eastern hills in a southern part of town that didn’t—quite—exist in life. I would feel myself wandering through a labyrinth of narrow streets to some station-cum-shopping complex on the western side of town. Why I began to dream of this—or why I remade the city in my sleep—of course I never knew. But it was those hills that always called to me in my conscious life, as the great temples and celebrated beauties of the city never could.
Pico Iyer

One of the architecturally lovelier airport terminals I’ve passed through.