Describe a place where you listen to music.
Sound, color and smell, the three elements that bestow life on our universe are perfectly mixed in this Blues Manor, well, kinda. I mean, before you lies an ocean of purple, an army of green and sentinels of white.
Entering our noses are the gorgeous fragrance of lavenders that make people drunk. But sound? There is sound, but not musical to ears. Loud conversations, baby noises, machines and airplanes overhead...If you have brought your earphones, put them on and cut yourself off from the mortal world with some really nice Mozart or Chopin. You are truely in heaven.
I’ve never thought quietness as the perfect friend for music. It only adds to our guilty of not understanding classic. Noise is good on the contrary. It makes music valuable and we get to take music more seriously with noise around. It is like when you want to test the value of gold, bring it to where precious metals are not rare.
Describe a dream house or apartment you want to live in .
Surely it will be dreamy to live in a house like this. Of course there is not much to just blue and white. But in big cities of smog and pollution, aren’t blue and white the most precious?
How blessed can we be to shut the door to earthly worries and open it to flowers of all colors! In the morning, sweet tweets of birds wake us from sleep; at night, soft moonlight lullabies us into dreams. Sunny days are tea time with friends and for mocking daydreamers like us. And when it rains, lavenders get dewy and dreamy and their color of purple weighs down leaves and drips to the soil.
This is way much better than getting up early, getting sandwiched in subways, getting stuck in lines and getting exhausted both mentally and physically.
Size and technology and value don’t make a dream house. Our hearts do. When a heart starts to settle, nothing else is of much consequence.