All my writing is about the recognition that there is no single reality. But the beauty of it is that you nevertheless go on walking towards utopia which may not exist on a bridge which might end before you reach the other side.
We are all of us failures at least the best of us are.
It is not real work unless you would rather be doing something else.
Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.
You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by but some...
“I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am...
A grownup is a child with layers on....
A grownup is a child with layers on.
If way to the better there be, it exacts a full look at the worst.
