It’s dirty autumn in Hyde Park. And I emphasise Hyde Park since to say London wouldn’t be enough. No matter… Read more Written in 2006 [valid in 2015]
Let’s talk about de-pression instead
The feeling is as follows: you wake up with the thought that you’ll get through the day to just crawl… Read more Let’s talk about de-pression instead
A Few Thoughts on [E]motions
Being in charge of your own emotions, in my view, is by far the most foolish assumption a human being… Read more A Few Thoughts on [E]motions
Notes to self [travelling in Italy]
Life is like a journey. Pack only what you need, since you must have some room for what you pick… Read more Notes to self [travelling in Italy]
The joys of being vulnerable
It’s windy here at the top of the Three Crosses hill. Vilnius is no Montenegro, but I enjoy looking at the… Read more The joys of being vulnerable
Clumsy
In the course of one day I have bumped my head into a tree, hit my desk with my knee… Read more Clumsy
A Prayer to My God
PETEY (broken). Stan, don’t let them tell you what to do! Harold Pinter, The Birthday Party To my mate who has… Read more A Prayer to My God
Command me to be better
Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. “Pooh!” he whispered. “Yes, Piglet?” “Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s paw. “I just… Read more Command me to be better
a well-rehearsed performance a.k.a. life
It started at the age of five. From what I recall, anyway, though there are probably many more things beyond… Read more a well-rehearsed performance a.k.a. life
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