All Saints' Day is spent with college friends in a caffeine-, endorphin-, and WiFi-laden place called The Orange Place Hotel. When I still lived along Kamias Ave, I used to pass by the Orange Place on my way to work, and yet I've only been here for the first time for four hours now, and counting. This orange is the falling apple to my accidental discovery of, or instant inspiration for, a refuge where I can run to whenever I'm feeling stuck in a rut or simply yearning for faster downloads.
Okay then, later.![]()
Okay then, later.
