Finally, it’s time to see if I can overcome myself. My inner wanderer is restless and wants to escape from the boarding house. I think a lot about it and see those months when we were quarantined and somehow I was able to stay […]
Archives: June 18, 2020
tin ice, prison and high hopes
I feel like in prison, though perhaps, I had high hopes that I would finally be able to move from the point of death. I don’t know why but more and more I go crazy that everything is unclear neither how nor then. Although […]
