“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.
It must sound counter-intuitive to say that putting myself at the mercy of a crowd of complete strangers and asking them to like me has been a source of strength…but that’s exactly what stand-up comedy has been.