“I’m Sad”

The thing is, I’ve realised pretty recently that I’m not annoyed at this and that or frustrated with how things turned out or regretful over those wiggly mistakes back there. I’m just, like, y’know, sad.

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The me I met in Rome

This could very well be the story of how I learned all about myself in Rome (which I did), or how I became more brave and more confident (which I did not). But, well, this is not that story. This is the story of how I literally met a man with my name, and quite a few other things of mine as well.

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An evening in Paris

The first thing I did in Paris was take a photo of a baguette. Or, more specifically, an ageing man holding a baguette, hooking it under his arm as if that’s what the nook on the other side of your elbow was always meant for.

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