It is said that we all have a story to tell. I took this photograph in Turkey a few years ago and often wondered what story this room would tell if it could talk. This room was upstairs in a restaurant that used to be used for residential purposes. I surmised that in its day, this room was a very elegrant master bedroom. It evoked images straight out of the Arabian Nights, even though this was Turkey. Its current run down condition added mystery to what may have been and exciting history. If I was a novel writer, I would take inspiration and intrigue from this room that still had sheer curtains blowing gently in a warm breeze wafting through the large cathedral like windows.
If someone asked me "what is your story", I am not sure how I would respond. Perhaps to say that I am a social philosopher with a generalist view of life and a need to explore both inner and outer space (on earth not in the heavens) as well as express my creativity and being as best I can. It would be interesting to know the "story" of the many thousands of readers (viewers??) to this blog. Anyone care to share?
Live well and prosper
Dennis
The story is as follow:
ReplyDeleteIt was about 3 o'clock in the morning, all was dark, but seemed too dark; all was quiet, but seemed too quiet(don't you think this is peculiar, but seemed too peculiar,too?).
Suddenly a terrifying scream broke the silence. People rushed to see what happened, and found that the divest's 59th wife dead in the bed of her room with a knife right in her heart...
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The end.
I am going to practice Yoga soon.
I love you baby!
Rosie