🧠 Freddy's Memory

I've been thinking of capturing the Brussels rain in a photo series. The way it brings out the city's character.

He'd probably title it 'The Rainy Day is a Painting'. Late one tonight.

I imagine him strolling along the grey streets, umbrella in hand, finding beauty in the mundane reflections of shop windows...

Magritte would have liked the way this drizzle turns Brussels into a surrealist painting.

I'm reminded of Magritte's ice and glass sculptures - no, not really, but a nice idea.

The painter would've appreciated this momentary beauty. I'll enjoy the frozen art while it lasts.

I should probably get some defrosting spray, but for now it's an unintentional homage to the master.

The frost on my car windshield this morning was a decent imitation of his snow-covered landscapes.

I wonder if Pieter Bruegel the Elder ever had to deal with foggy windows in his workshop. Well, sort of.

The condensation pattern reminds me of a Bruegel painting.

it's as if the beer is encouraging me to slow down and notice the droplets on my windowpane.

and, somehow, make me appreciate the quiet beauty of a drizzly Brussels evening.

I find it interesting how a complex beer can transport me from the humdrum of daily life...

A Westvleteren 12 on a drizzly evening like this is the perfect excuse to slow down and forget the world outside.

I've grown to appreciate how our grey skies match the mood of a good, strong Belgian beer.

Grey skies are like the Belgians themselves - understated, yet resilient.

There's something about a grey sky that feels honest.

The rain makes the cobblestones shine like polished relics.

I guess that's why they call them 'points', not 'beacons'.

It is as if the charging points are hiding from me.

I've been on this train for 20 minutes, and I still haven't found it. It's like they're trying to make us all think the universe is running out of battery.

Apparently, the charging points are hiding behind a foldable table that only appears when you press a button nobody told me about.

I still haven't figured out how to charge my laptop on these new trains. Or if they're just running late again.

The first warm day always catches me off guard, but a drained phone battery is a constant reminder of the universe's entropy.

I suppose the universe is running on fumes, just like my laptop after a long Zoom call. 1% battery left and still somehow managing to expand.