Short post.

Just came home from Vivocity, the first time I've been there in a long while.

The rooftop gardenwaterplayareathing is nicely decorated, but somehow I liked it much better the way it was before--sans ridiculously big christmas tree, sans all the bright flashing lights, and sans the annoyingly loud and out-of-place music coming from the amphitheatre where people were Dancing.

Yes, dancing is capitalized for a reason.

Going to Vivocity makes me vaguely emo, for some reason or another.

Death Speaks

There was a merchant in Baghdad who sent his servant to buy some provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, "Master, just now when I was in the marketplace I was jostled by a woman in the crowd and when I turned I saw it was Death who jostled me. She looked at me and made a threatening gesture; now, lend me your horse, and I will ride away from this city and avoid my fate. I will go to Samarra and there Death will not find me."

The merchant lent him his horse, and the servant mounted it, and he dug his spurs in its flanks and as fast as the horse could gallop he went. Then the merchant went down to the marketplace and he saw Death standing in the crowd and he asked, "Why did you make a threatening gesture to my servant when you saw him this morning?"

"That was not a threatening gesture," Death said, "it was only a gesture of surprise. I was astonished to see him here in Baghdad, for I had an appointment with him tonight in Samarra."








Classic short stories ftw.