I wonder if I could be a barista. I love to watch them at work - how fast their hands move as they navigate the grinding, then the coffee-making ( see, I really do have a lot to learn ), the milk-frothing. So much care and precision put into each. There are times I regretfully… Continue reading musings :: alicia vikander.
Last weekend I woke up to the mooing of cows and nothingness. A sense of stillness and peace overtook. Now I wake up to a blaring alarm, hooning cars and tired eyes. Then go to sleep to the sound of motorbikes and voices. Again it reminded me that maybe the city isn't my life. I… Continue reading all that noise.