Seasoning

Not without irony, August sighs its last breath just as it did the first: under a curtain of cold rain. Winter is coming, it seems.

Cake

Some people believe with all their hearts that it is possible to eat the cake and like the cake too. Even though I find such thinking delusional and idiotic, I can't help envying those people. They all hit the wall at some point, but for the most part they do seem genuinely happy on their way there.

Cliffhanging

I've finished reading A Dance With Dragons. It is obviously an awesome reading - George Martin is still in good shape, and gave his readers one hell of a book. But, god damn it, when it comes to cliffhangers, it is even worse than A Feast for Crows. The next six years (assuming that he won't rush into the next one, and I guess he won't) will be a pain in the ass.

Haven

They say that one should never return to the place where we were once happy. But sometimes, that is exactly the place where one can find solace. That's the thought that strikes me like a thunderclap when I walk aimlessly through these streets I know so well: I was happy here once, twice, several times. I could be happy here again, perhaps forever. It's good to know that. It's good to know that, should everything else fail, I'd still have one last place to go.