Cats, good books, AI, and religious walking in the city of Sofia
Not taken on purpose. My hands were full with bags of purchases and I was without my glasses, took a photo for the “Find the cat” series. Went back home, put my glasses on, and oh no, there’s no cat. Or maybe there is one after all?
Find the cat.
This house is hidden behind the multi story apartment buildings near Orlov Most. I only recently noticed it’s there, even though I walk on the main boulevard almost every day.
When I was a kid, I wanted to live in a mountain hut. I liked Pirin so I imagined my hut being there. It woud have a very large window in the living room and a fire pit with a big chimney. Why would anyone want to spend more than a few days in a hut is beyond me. I don’t remember. It means any trivial thing is a journey. You need to visit the dentist? Walk 5 hours, then take a train. School? No schools nearby.
I’m a city creature now, stuck with the conveniences of the urban environment. I like the big grocery stores and the malls nearby, the ability to walk to the school and the kindergarten. So the dream home, apart from being in the city, mostly needs to be solid, not too small, with no issues, and with good neighbors. Mountain view preferred.
We have this tiny storage room in our shared co-working space that likely used to be a toilet and had no door. Ever since we rented it, it’s a source of smell. The door for it was just hanging inside, too tall to be put in place. Today I decided to shorten it and mount it.
Unfortunately, the door had twisted, perhaps years before the last “renovation” that left it placed by the wall. I’ll have to figure out some alternative way to close it. The metal piece that holds the lock was cut or broke before our time here. I think I can find another one but it won’t make the door any less twisted.
Some door is likely going to better than no door in terms of odor. Fingers crossed.
Some of the best ideas and lightbulb moments I’ve had happened while taking shower or walking outside, so in a sense, when having a break.
A real break for me is when I allow myself to not think about anything. Close the lid early and commit to keeping it closed until tomorrow. Open a book. Don’t expect a lightbulb moment, just surrender to the end of the day.
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