I was telling my partner that I am suffering from an existential writer’s block: I cannot help but feel everything I write or tweet would seem frivolous at this point in time…
I’ve been down with a persistent cold for two weeks now. It got better in the middle, but it flared up again twice. I hardly get flus or colds, but this year…
A long while ago I passed by a painted quote on a street in San Francisco that moved me. I took a second picture of it a few months later, without realising…
why I suffer and how can I live in a way that can do as little harm