Manchmal bleibt nur die Flucht in eine Fantasiewelt. Das gilt für praktisch alle Aspekte des Lebens.
Das mit dem Small Talk
Small Talk ist ja sooo langweilig, oberflächlich und belanglos... Sagen die, die ihn nicht beherrschen.
Between Spain and Me: Crónica del desamor
How I fell out of love with Spain. Or: familiarity breeds contempt.
A year deserves a review. Here's my somewhat rambling post.
100 Words: I did, but I didn’t.
I did the thing. I wrote 100 words every day for a week. Yay me! I decided to publish them at the end of the week (Sunday) as a collection, because who has time to read stuff every day? And then I ended up not publishing. It was too personal. Now, people who know me... Weiterlesen →
100 Words: Sunday Night Panic
It's 20:00h, and I'm panicking. This happens every Sunday. I am panicking because I didn't get anything done this weekend. Oh, Saturday was productive, just not in the way it needed to be. And Sunday, today, I didn't do anything. Not anything, at all. No pants day. I need this time off, desperately. I need... Weiterlesen →