The photograph captures a family gathering at a beach, evoking the essence of a timeless summer memory. The image radiates with a surreal, bluish neon glow, highlighting the cherished connections and simple pleasures of seaside life. Notably, the photograph remains unretouched; instead, the original colours were substituted and saturated, adding a unique vibrancy to the scene.
Night in Bangkok, the city's a beast, neon lights flicker like dying stars. Down some alley, there's a pair of shoes, abandoned in front of a restroom, leather cracked, soles worn thin, bearing the weight of countless miles and stories no one cares to hear.
The shoes sit silent, bathed in dirty yellow light, while the stench of street food and sewage mingles in the humid air. A bridge looms in the background, a skeletal structure of steel and concrete, stretching over the black, oily concrete, reflecting the chaos and the calm.
Somewhere in the distance, the hum of traffic, the cries of vendors, the dreams sold cheap under flickering lights. A drunkard's laugh, a whisper of a sob. The city's alive, pulsating, a relentless beast that devours souls and spits out the bones.
Shakespeare's "To be or not to be" and the iconic image of a hand holding a skull evoke reflections on life's choices. In the digital era, blockchain mirrors this introspection, offering freedom to reshape systems and challenge norms. Each good morning, we face our own decisive moments in the daily grind, akin to Hamlet's contemplation, in the routine of daily life. Blockchain, with its decentralized ethos, empowers us to actively participate, fostering transparency and autonomy. Embrace the power of choice, for in the balance of "to be" and "not to be," we find the essence of our freedom to create and evolve.
I Know What We Did Last Summer
Shoes in front of a restroom
neon lights flicker like dying stars.
Down some alley, there's a pair of shoes,
abandoned in front of a restroom,
leather cracked, soles worn thin,
bearing the weight of countless miles
and stories no one cares to hear.
The shoes sit silent, bathed in dirty yellow light,
while the stench of street food and sewage
mingles in the humid air.
A bridge looms in the background,
a skeletal structure of steel and concrete,
stretching over the black, oily concrete,
reflecting the chaos and the calm.
Somewhere in the distance,
the hum of traffic, the cries of vendors,
the dreams sold cheap under flickering lights.
A drunkard's laugh, a whisper of a sob.
The city's alive, pulsating,
a relentless beast that devours souls
and spits out the bones.
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To be or not to be
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