Imortant little bits of plastic.

We sure put our belief in odd things sometimes.

What's it to ya, sharpshooter?

I was actually a competing shot when I was younger. This hasn't got anything to do with guns though. It's a streetlamp. (This is one of those pictures you better see in the original version without blogger's resizing. Click it!)

Weakest link.

We must get rid of the razors we hold against each other and form a single chain. We're all part of the same world.

Lives behind the curtains.

It's always fun to imagine what kind of lives people live. It could be anything.

Confused.

I think I've gotten a bit more confused over some important people in my life. I'll see if I can organise my thoughts by writing stuff down.

Mealy-mouthed.

I find it ironic that those who consider themselves the finder of objective truth, the academics, are often hesitant to express themselves.