S: Serendib '09
BC: An involuntary return to the point of departure is, without doubt, the most disturbing of all journeys.
FC: You don’t reach Serendib by plotting a course for it. You have to set out in good faith for elsewhere and lose your bearings serendipitously. | '09
1: ...she fell into a long sleep, and dreamed he dreams of the dream tree.
2: Time can be a greedy thing - sometimes it steals the details for itself.
3: Helga's Folly
4: HELGA'S FOLLY
5: If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten. | KANDY
6: Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for?
7: Tooth Relic Shrine
8: We can redream this world and make the dream come real. Human beings are gods hidden from themselves.
10: COLOMBO. ENROUTE.
12: Toy Trains
13: It is almost axiomatic that the worst trains take you through magical places.
17: World's End | Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.
19: Of all the liars in the world, sometimes the worst are our own fears.
20: Horton's Plains
23: Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!
25: Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
27: A certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect. | Giritale
29: Nuwara Eliya | It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.
33: Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.
36: Mirissa Palace
40: It was one of those fine little love stories...
41: ... that can make you smile in your sleep at night.
42: You will find yourself among people. There is no help for this nor should you want it otherwise. The passages where no one waits are dark and hard to navigate. The wet walls touch your shoulders on each side. When the trees were there I cared that they were there...
43: ...And now they are gone, does it matter? The passages where no one waits go on and give no promise of an end. You will find yourself among people, Faces, clothing, teeth and hair and words, and many words When there was life, I said that life was wrong. What do I say now? You understand?”
44: Make morning into a key and throw it into the well, go slowly , my lovely moon, go slowly. let the morning sun forget to rise in the east , go slowly , my lovely moon, go slowly.