I don't feel like doing work tonight. But my eyes refuse to close. Still blinking indiscriminately against the fast-paced photons which emanate from my room's bright study lamp. Ah, please don't tell me insomnia is up for his work again. Torturing me.
So, about the picture above: I've bought some photo papers after I had my decision to compile all my works (not all, I choose the best among them) in a file. So when I get married, having child and ultimately grandchildren, I have something to show to them. And I have also spotted a camera to be bought (mom, you do understand my point, right??)