“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”
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Berlin and the battle of one
I need someone to help me find the gauge on my body tuned to ‘White people with a fetish for dark meat’ and TURN IT OFF.
From Berlin with love: Achtung baby!
Don’t call it a comeback…
