Because of my job, I have to read new books. It is usually a great joy, but something in me always turns against it at some point. What if I want to re-read Perec? And what about that pocket book hidden on the shelves of my favourite bookshop? Especially in times of recession, it’s a… Continue reading
Crocodiles and 17th century paintings. Among the things that I love most. Both very much part beauty and part beast. And I firmly believe that through beauty comes complexity, and understanding of what goes on around us. But as we wake up in the mornings with yet another death count on the news (it’s 900… Continue reading
Watching intently. Sniffing carefully. Getting to know the snow with all his senses. Curious. Alert. Full of awe. That’s exactly how I wanna be in the new year.
Priceless discoveries out of being completely hoarse for the last three days: talking to deaf uncles and aunts turns out very funny; cats are stupefied if your throat is producing strange sounds; people talk softer to you; and how few are the essential things I have to say every day if only I think before speaking.