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Weekly state: flabbergasted.

Yes, I am late. No, you probably did not notice.

I have been star struck, amazed. I am looking for the word, warmed by the sunshine, just the right temperature, but your eyes cannot adjust to the brightness. You want to see, but the sun won’t let you. Stuck in, what feels like, eternal bliss.

Like a rose, this ephemeral state usually does not last long. But the sun has shone this week, strongly.

Consequently I am here, flabbergasted by the length, brightness and warmth of this light. In Buddhist philosophy, this would be the moment where laymen experience suffering as they cling onto that moment. But I don’t even need to cling, I am sitting here in the sun, unable to open my eyes, locked down.

So please excuse the shortness of these states by I am speaking to you with squinting eyes, which is very hard to do for a metaphysical entity.

Weekly state: winding.

The crossroads sees a lot of vehicles and people passing by. Some are determined, some are old friends that come by multiple times a day. Some are new, confused. Some are resting before taking on the next road. The crossroads is impartial. It provides choices to different scenarios, outcomes and even timelines. Despite this heavy burden, the crossroads is not valued much.

Various types would tell you that it is just another necessary thing to have in this world. Purists would disagree. I feel humbled by the crossroads, its power and energy.

If looking at a village, new or old, the centre is a crossroads. There will be streets and alleys, paths and benches, all crossing over in that one spot. It is the centre of life. It joins and parts. So forgive me, I am in awe of the crossroads.

This past week I have been winding, winding myself along one of the most beautiful spots on this weird ball floating in space. Curve after curve, no end in sights. Unless! There it was, a crossroad. 3 decisions to have, one to be made. By me? Many would say so. But I am a dreamer, so the crossroads decided for me.

So in life, when winding around corner and curve, up and down, through beauty and vileness, go look for that crossroads and stop winding for a second. Maybe it will bless you with one of the three decision that it will determine on your behalf.

Weekly state: on the chaise-longue.

All day long, on the chaise-longue.

Your dear Papa Shanghai is still out of office, enjoying life’s abundance of spirits. Nonetheless, a new feature in this food stall we call papashanghai.com is cooking on the back burner. But as every soup connoisseur will tell you, it needs to simmer. Stay tuned however for the updates, which will arrive very shortly.

Weekly state: adventurous.

Kevin, the sunflower seed, has come a long way. Since yesterday, when he fell off of a Sunday brunch bun, he has climbed, ran, hid and ventured across the whole cafe. Evading the brooms at the end of the shift and sniffing dogs during busy hours.

Kevin has a mission, to conquer ground. Without a set goal in mind, he wonders whether he will ever want to return to the state of being stuck to a bun.

“What a waste of a perfectly good seed.”, he thought while looking at his colleagues.

They seemed happy, tranquillised, in a state of ignorant bliss. Kevin was much more than that – at least that’s what he thought. For days on end, he discovered new corners of the cafe, saw the wise raisin (the one your dear Papa has told you about on this very page in the “Tales of the knowing”).

Kevin grew disgusted with the idea of ever sticking to a bun, being eaten for nutritional purpose. However, he always wondered why he never encountered another sunflower seed, with the same mission in mind, with a similar hunger for more

Excitement.

Knowledge.

Insight.

Reflection.

Kevin became a legend to the brunch ingredients, to the eggs, the fruits, the cheese and even the ruling elite of the coffee council. But never was he mentioned by the sunflower seeds as they never told much about anything in general, forever in a sedated happiness.

Maybe that is why Kevin has become special and these tales are known.

So rise up and don’t stick to a bun!

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