Next Leg?

It’s December. I can officially reflect on the year so far. While that was not the intent with which I opened my notepad to write, it seems a decent enough context.  Keeping the bad health (which, by the way, is the only constant in my life) and a general sense of depression aside, the year … Continue reading Next Leg?

Maybe.

I wrote you a letter. But I do not have the heart to post it. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe another day. Maybe I won’t. Maybe I don’t want to know the truth. Maybe I don’t want you to have the details. Maybe I have too many fears. Maybe I cannot face my own questions. Maybe I … Continue reading Maybe.

Downturn

These days nothing feels better than Porcupine Tree. The late afternoon chocolate is something else.  Sometimes you need something to numb your nerves. You need something that helps you from getting affected by external factors. And if you are not keen on everyday drinking, this can work. It helps control the hyperventilation. Trains, on the … Continue reading Downturn