October 22nd, 2007
If you knew…
When people ask what you want to be,
is there a nagging part of you that
softly whispers “something else?”
Original photography by Seraphine.

When people ask what you want to be,
is there a nagging part of you that
softly whispers “something else?”
Original photography by Seraphine.
October 22nd, 2007 at 1:21 am
What can I say? This is absolutely amazing, from header picture (reminds me of a view from Sausalito…) to the comics (hey I know that bench
) to the topic Everything’s excellent, honestly…
And… my answer to your question is “YES”.
Thx for asking
October 22nd, 2007 at 4:51 am
lovely work…lovely thoughts, it is so realistic & the pictures are just wonderful…excellent!
October 22nd, 2007 at 4:58 am
If it was just one more day, maybe I would. But then again, I don’t know if I would enjoy doing something selfish without those that I love. I wouldn’t want to feel lonely if I knew I was going to die tomorrow.
Good question. Beautiful comic. Love your work, Sera.
October 22nd, 2007 at 6:32 pm
u made me to think about this… & i got the answer what to do if iam going to die tomorrow… something unselfish….as u wish…
nice one buddy….
October 22nd, 2007 at 9:01 pm
of course i’d do something selfish. I would probably spend all my money on 99 cent wendy’s burgers.
October 22nd, 2007 at 9:12 pm
Eidur- the header was taken on Maui, in the Hawaiian Islands.
Bettina. Yes, one day rather focuses one’s outlook.
Kalai. Yes, unselfish suits you.
Rags. You wouldn’t share?
Kalyan. Thank you! You’re lovely too.
October 23rd, 2007 at 9:52 am
Actually, seeing my friends and family would be my something else. I would want their last thoughts of me to be happy and drama free. I would want them to to be able to picture my face smiling back at them when they remember me. So, yes, I would want to dictate the last memory of my friends and family have of me and that it is also my something else. I guess things springs from the fact that the last memory of my father alive was the sound of his van starting as he headed into work that morning, and me barely stirring before I went back to sleep. Yeah, I don’t want their last thoughts of me to be something random and impersonal as that. I would want it to be something I GAVE them before death comes to take me.
October 23rd, 2007 at 1:53 pm
I don’t usually think “something else” for that, but I do often want to go up to people and say, “Pardon me, can you tell me why I’m not happy today? I can’t figure it out.”