The old tree of the yard of my workplace collapsed suddenly and hit the lamp post, luckily I was not standing there, luckily the gardener was not doing his duty there… luckily….
It was not raining before the fall, but it rained heavily few hours after that.

The life story of a prostitute.

We speak of light as associated with knowledge and understanding. But what of those things which provide us with information, are they really to be trusted? Are the lights in this world likely to show us the way to a better life, a happier future, a more fulfilling commitment? Or are they likely to lead us to destruction? Is there no lamp post to light us through this world’s night?