In this episode, we'll take a journey through Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and ask a question: is the sorting ceremony a forever choice or rather a momentary one?
The forest is dark and frightening place and on the darkest of nights, witch's voice is coming from the depths of it, especially on the eve of the night of the saints. Nobody knew what creatures were hiding between the darkness of the trees. No
[...] The woods surrounding the village were as dark as ever. No sound of life could be heard, no birds chirping, no leaves rustling, no twigs breaking under the paws of foxes. Even the stream was silent. Only a hissing, low and desolate whi
[...] For me, this time of year always traps me in between happiness and melancholy. This is the time of “I wish...” and “to be...” - always, always with a mug of tea in my hands. [...]
[...] The seasons change, pass, follow one another, in a flow that doesn’t really take everything they find on their way with them, because everything that is in the way of the seasons also kind of is the seasons actually. [...]
The alternate history moments usually stop at the 10th infinity. Today, it continues. As if, my brain wants to explore every corner of the universe imaginable.
Ella Frances Sanders once wrote: “A lot of people are so busy running about doing nothing of any real importance—so busy that they do not ever notice they are covered in stars.”In side A and B of this episode, we will make time to notice “we
This lonely moon observing and wishing, to be able to experience the same emotions and feelings as the lucky ones down below, every night without a doubt. Always different place, always different people but the same emotions shared between them
[...] while more or less everyone was minding their own business, out of the blue, without a sound, the Moon shattered in a million pieces. And the whole Earth was sprinkled with a light rain of silver dust… [...]
[...] And then you smile. No reason, other that pure joy that is surrounding you - just for a moment, shorter than you might like, but grateful that it’s there. [...]
She recognised the boy unsecure and unknownWith the bouquet of flowers, she saw once, beforeColorful and bright, just like the life she has ledThe one, once forgotten, unsaid
[...] Once upon a time, one particular violet slowly bloomed out of its bud, and under the tender kiss of the morning dew, realized it actually didn’t feel a violet at all. [...]
[...] There have been times when going to the cinema, into this world of illusion and yet of truth, has affected me for the better in a much more real way than the real world could. [...]
What if that would be possible? What if that happened? We would talk again about anything and everything? About all of the stories and movies and so much more. We would be “us” again.
[...] Perhaps it’s better for dreams and reality to stay in their separate realms.But then again, which of those two lives is more real, more authentic? In which of those two lives are we more awake? [...]