appreciation

My dad often told me how much he loved going out with me when I was little.

He would never relate when seeing a crying or screaming kid in a store. Instead he would always encourage me to pick something for myself and rather than choosing something he would get a "I’ll take what papa takes".

Neither of us would pick anything and we simply continued our outing.

When I look around my rather empty apartment and the lack of "stuff" it makes me think of that story.

some things never really change

gn

A long while I saw a cover of a book in a picture you posted.

It makes sense. Good taste.

It was months ago. I don’t remember which app. I could only discern one word, which I was also able to recognize, taking my attention.

The word was ‘Paganini’.

i think that was the first edition of the post haha. good eye 😄