my slippers are becoming torn. my house slippers, only that's not what i'm looking for. i'm looking for shoes that will support my souls. i'm sorry, i mean my soles, and my ankle which hurts and never

one of the best words i know in my native language is this. cuprind. means to grasp, but also to envelop with the arms. to bring to the self, but also within yourself, and as such, can refer to people

We've always collected books. Through communism and censorship, my grandfather collected books. Good books. Old books. His books. Which he never published. He got chummy with the Commies for a while, after

Last night, I went to see the latest space offering, Project Hail Mary, with @graveyardpat. After the Andy Weir book, which I hadn't read, though I did enjoy The Martian back in the day. I've gotta say,

i had this strange idea while i was lying in bed. i was taking my temperature. eyes closed. i was humming inside my head a song. a paris paloma. a feminist sorta song. it was one of those thoughts without

I'd been meaning to catch something at the Estates Theater a long time. Some of you may remember when my infatuation with the Czech National Theatre began, years before, when I didn't think I could ever

I'm happy. I have a hard time believing anyone could be as happy as I am. I look around myself and when I catch my eyes on someone else's loving, don't waste much time thinking. It's selfish and perhaps

when you say fitness builds confidence, people generally equate that with brute strength. the more muscle i have, the more i can keep myself safe. and yeah, that's one definition of confidence. it's the

i was thinking just the other day about the music that gets you out of a rut. the sound that permeates somehow, even when you find yourself low. there's something undoubtedly healing about dancing, about

...or is it more the other way around? the thought of kali energy came to me a couple of nights ago, quite at random. i'd seen the new sydney sweeney film, the housemaid, and was thinking about how many

well, a pirate with a seering headache, but that's a pirate on an average tuesday, innit? hopefully they's gonna put it back before i actually got need of it. the left side of my head. until then, small

The weather outside's been making it pretty damn hard to long for other places. It is finally spring, the sun is abundant, I've been having my breakfast on the balcony for the last couple days, and am

the other day, walking back after a long day of showings and oddities, we were stopped on the street by some of my grandmother's old neighbors. i mean old in all senses of the word. ladies in their late

i'm renting out my grandmother's old place. noticing stuff. like, when we tried to rent it last spring (or was it the one before that?), nobody seemed interested, and now, i can't stop the phone from ringing.

I've been on a break from writing for two days now (well four, but weekend was off already), since I finished the first draft of my new book. So I've had a bit of time to devote to other tasks, endeavors

"It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy?

What would've been, giving way to what will never be inside my head. I feel myself growing older than I am, and wonder if that's borrowed, stolen, or perhaps inherited. The wisdom of the tribe that comes

why italian. i dunno. this ain't italy, but something in the warm, greedy sun got me thinking so. you can smell the spring. i spent ridiculously much time reading and enjoying my morning coffee. have a

the sun comes in just as i'm sitting down to write this. it's in and out. come and go. like so much about me. my bones still cold from long morning's walk. my head clear. pleasantly tired. if you take

With the many delays and difficulties incurred by the sudden onslaught of snow in Bucharest, I found last night one bright side. I had enough time on my hands to listen to a recent Joe Rogan episode with