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…