Where does one find the time anymore? It seems like lazy days have given way to hard graft. Like painting and cleaning and tiling the floor. In some ways I wish I could jump back a decade and just teleport. Because, damn. My mid-20s were easy as hell. And moving up to London, after travels.… Continue reading my inner troll
Death. What is death anyway? If life is a journey from the cradle to the grave, where does it all end? How are we supposed to behave?