The streets are narrow, almost shy, as if they were trying to hide from the world. And yet, they open again and again—into small squares, into light, into moments that linger. In Gargano, somewhere between

No pude evitar leer el final de El arte de la ficción de David Lodge antes de llegar a él. Es el último artículo que publicó en 1991 en The Independent on Sunday en una serie de 50 textos sobre la novela.

I love this topic as it is one that brings a lot of things rushing through my mind. First off, talking of self-care, one of the things I do starting form my mornings is to sing and appreciate God, yes.