The conflict continues, and that’s great in a way. I am quite certain that my life is a novel waiting to be written, and that each of the strange and intense experiences I’m living now will become hundreds of pages in an unclear future. But the present is simply hard to cope with. What the…
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I managed to drag myself back home all the way from the office. I am weak, with a cold slowly bringing me down. My throat is aching, my body hurts. A distant hammering sound echoes in my living room. I sit at my table, eating a bowl of cereal. Dinner. There’s still some sunlight coming…
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On my daily commute, on the treadmill at the gym, in the shower, in my sleepless nights and lazy mornings; I’m always writing in my head. But to put these imagined words and sentences down on my laptop, down on the virtual paper of my screen, that’s a whole other story. It takes time, dedication,…
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I had a nice bottle of red wine and a big batch of yesterday’s chili con carne. The perfect excuse for a girls night with my friend Charlie. “Nice guys don’t get laid,” I said, having a sip of my wine, sitting on my sofabed. “Yeah, I don’t know why. Girls just like douche bags,”…
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The same way there are things that, once they break, can never be put back together -my heart, for example-; there are also things that unexplicably break to make way to something more meaningful. An eggshell breaks to bring life, as a conversation gives birth to an unexpected -yet virtuous- perception change. A deeper understanding,…
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