My 2019 in review, basically.
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice.” ― T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets Surprise! I’m still here. Still breathing, kicking, and shape-shifting my way through Berlin and the rest of Europe. Still buying time, and lives, unpacking the past, and anxiously stuffing it away again. As usual, I’ve waitedContinue reading “Ending on a high note”
Building a life in Berlin is the most abusive love story of my life.
Without struggle, there is no progress. Or, my life in 2017.
Long live Spring.
I told you I would haka my way into 2016. I meant it.
Maybe I should try to make Christmas mean something to me now.
Sound the alarm. This is a call to arms.
Because who we vote for represents who we are.