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5 things I do to kill time creatively.


  1. Play with light. Shadows are paint that wont need a brush.
  2. Lie down in the back of a car and watch the world go by in reverse. Convex is concave too. 
  3. Look at your fingerprints and imagine them to be highways. Can you figure the end of the road?
  4. Look at rain drops as though they are para troopers in war. Descending fast and fading into terra firma below.
  5. Look at ants at work. Especially when they walk in a line and then fill dialogues each time they meet each other as though they are talking to one another.
What do you do, to kill time?
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RB said…
Dig 1 and 2!

I talk to myself to kill time. It is entertaining.
June 28, 2013 at 11:08 AM
Akshay said…
Yay! Dekho kisne comment daala.. I love 2 as well. : )
June 28, 2013 at 3:51 PM
P. said…
2 sounds like so much fun. Will definitely try sometime.

4 is without doubt, something I've done frequently.

And I love convex is concave.

Must learn from you. I cannot kill time creatively. The mind goes to work on all things rubbish.
June 29, 2013 at 5:27 AM
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