“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.
Maybe I should try to make Christmas mean something to me now.
So this is what happiness feels like…
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.
Don’t call it a comeback…
“It’s like I just ended a 7.5 layover in Melbourne then got back on the plane.”