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The Glass Bead
There are times in one’s life when everything seems a little bit too much. There was this bead inside of me; growing bigger and bigger by each passing day. It was burning me from inside out, and at that given time, all I could do was wonder while I grovelled in pain, with no hope…
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That corner of isolation
I wish that after 14 days of self-imposed isolation, I would have something profound to say. I simply do not. It wasn’t that hard; at least the first half was not that hard. I mostly felt like a grizzly bear hyperventilating in a cave tucked away from everybody’s gaze. I was too familiar with…
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Hazy memories, my bruised knees and shards of porcelain
Lately, my hands been shaking quite a bit, so I was not surprised, catching myself silently observing how porcelain cup slipped through my fingers and crashed. ‘Oh here goes the green tea‘- I thought, completely ignoring chunks of porcelain scattered through the floor. I liked that cup. It was a gift of somebody I once…
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