It is curious, but till that moment I had never realized what it means to destroy a healthy, conscious man. When I saw the prisoner step aside to avoid the puddle, I saw the mystery, the unspeakable wrongness, of cutting a life short when it is in full tide. This man was not dying, he was alive just as we were alive. All the organs of his body were working - bowels digesting food, skin renewing itself, nails growing, tissues forming - all toiling away in solemn foolery. His nails would still be growing when he stood on the drop, when he was falling through the air with a tenth of a second to live. His eyes saw the yellow gravel and the grey walls, and his brain still remembered, foresaw, reasoned - reasoned even about puddles. He and we were a party of men walking together, seeing, hearing, feeling, understanding the same world; and in two minutes, with a sudden snap, one of us would be gone - one mind less, one world less.

"A Hanging" George Orwell



Nails this week done by me. Thanks Keara for showing me how to do this.:


Got this color twice in row over the past 3 weeks- RUSSIAN NAVY SUEDE... matte nail polish is all the rage lately. Especially the new suede line by OPI. Avoid the top coat if you want the look of matte polish. With a clear top coat it will look like sparkly normal polish.



"The mason sings and whistles as he chips out P-A-U-L in the marble slab before him... And can it be that in a world so full and busy, the loss of one weak creature makes a void in any heart, so wide and deep that nothing but the width and depth of vast eternity can fill it up!" 269, Dombey And Son, Charles Dickens.



Good Fountains of Wayne cover by Katy Perry. Thanks Kate Lavoie for making me aware of this. I don't even like Katy Perry that much.