analemma

They say we are the Universe on a smaller scale. That our cells contain microscopic debris from the Big Bang. I think this is true. Our life looks so much like a day. There, the sun rises and we – who have yet to master walking – cast a long shadow ahead – into the…

antonia’s life, volume IV

I imagine my life as a bookshelf. An endless one (not because it’s eternal but because it can be “suddenly ended”). There are four books on it. The first is about my birth and childhood. In one of the chapters I poke my younger sister’s eye because I think she’s a doll. In another one…

a coursebook in personal history

16 June 2012 I wrote the following in my diary: “no matter what will happen tomorrow, after a year or after a minute a while ago I was flying on two wings the first – the wing of a spontaneously made decision the second – of a butterfly the first was supporting me better because…

coffee, books and the meaning of life

No, coffee and books can’t be the meaning of life although a million Tumblr pictures are stubbornly trying to refute me. They, generally speaking, are two things I really love, I can do without but don’t want to and, finally, they’re not always nice. In fact, for about a month now I’ve been drinking coffee that’s…