|—||Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via thatkindofwoman)|
I think I laughed more than I should of at this
The Rain Room is a 100 square metre field of falling water which visitors are invited to walk into. Sensors detect where visitors are standing, and the rain stops around them, giving them an experience of how it might feel to control the rain.
I don’t always feel like I belong here, but I am grateful for the moments of pure comfort in this place. It’s in mornings when I wake up before my alarm and the treetops outside my window are already gilded with sun. It’s there when we drive along the grey river churning in the rain. It’s in the air when I catch the smell of clover on the breeze, and it’s in the haze of late-afternoon mist hanging over the hills.
broke a couple of sticks of chalk on this one
im bout to break a lot more than chalk.
IN HIGH SCHOOL: