It’s 1 AM in the morning, clouds are pouring tons of liter of water. The breeze is fresh and you know it’s Hanoi. There is an awkward silence among the sounds of the rain. It makes you feel so calm and peaceful. The heavy rain in Hanoi sometimes can make trees fall, it can make a lot of noise due to the heavy drops impacting on every type of material, from concrete to tile.
In a world where I’m quite fluent in programming and speaking to computers with numbers and words like “if-then-else-each-for…”, I feel sometimes like a barbarian, not speaking the language of life but rather talking to machines. Also, on my previous blog, talking about startups and its problems all the time can be boring, so I decided to take a different angle by approaching another topic today: Art.
Art or the language of feelings.