Unless you were born rich, your choices are either selling your body or your brains for a living. Of the two, the brains have a longer sell-by date.
Looking at you looking at me
I've discovered that doing something that we're not good at can still be a lot of fun. Like, say, drawing.
A photo taken in February 2020. It's a somewhat comforting thought that a pandemic and a war in Europe later, this place is still out there.
Years of travelling have changed my relationship with the things I own. My predilection for fancy mugs, arty trinkets, and chunky boots has stayed the same, but I’ve started to notice the importance of the settings in which the things are used. The fanciest of mugs turns into just another piece of junk if I... Continue Reading →
Always looking in the same direction is not a must.
Not now, not yet
What I do at work most of the day, every day, is engage in a caricatural form of communication that consists in passing on bits of information to various people through various channels, incessantly, and at a great speed. If I blinked, I’d fall behind. I don’t care about the people I communicate with, nor... Continue Reading →
One of the few things that we really have the power to choose is to choose what we want to hold on to and what we want to let go of.
Berlin, Germany. Mauerskulpturen by Eberhard Foest commemorating the fall of the Berlin Wall. On both sides of every wall there are people curious to know each other.
Beyond the Last Bend
The day that I'll reach the end of the way With my strength spent and devoid of words I wish for a sunset burning in the sky Like in a dream I dreamt once upon a time. My face that tears traced as I roamed the land I will rest carefully on my parchment-like hand... Continue Reading →
And what if you're starting a new chapter that you're not interested in reading?