42nd stage of pandemic-related grief. The other day my housemate and I found ourselves telling stories of touch – the touch of hairdressers, masseuses, little children playing with our hair, aunts kissing us on the cheeks, and then that whole… Continue Reading →
This is disturbing but I feel like I really needed this lockdown to rest and have a bit of time for myself. It’s sad to realise how restless, stressed and tired I’ve been for the past 8 years. Truth be… Continue Reading →
When I was a teenager, I loved skiing. I loved the freedom, the speed and the adrenaline of it. Once, I had this dream in which all the joys of skiing turned into a nightmare: It was Word War 3… Continue Reading →
Our honeymoon with Dionysus didn’t last long. A few weeks after our wedding, I went to the Club again and there was no talking, just preparation for war. Everybody’s faces were painted and I had no questions. A week later,… Continue Reading →
How’s your perception of time changing? With so much uncertainty, the future for me is less about the seasons, holidays and events, and more about: “2 weeks before the peak, unknown time before I or my housemate go down, and then 2 weeks… Continue Reading →
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