On those who never blame themselves (series: notes to myself)I have met many of them. More often than I would have expected, now that I think of it. They are the people who are incapable of blaming…Dec 15, 20242Dec 15, 20242
On number 100, or Claude’s homage to Queneau(series: notes to myself)I journey on the bus, de facto known as line 84 — my alma mater of public transport, if you will. Ad interim, during the iter, I observe a…Nov 16, 2024Nov 16, 2024
On an island (series: notes to myself)They come like summery, noisy tourists, their chatty voices loudly intruding. They fly away, like birds scared by a September sudden shot.Oct 23, 2024Oct 23, 2024
On a finite number of words (series: notes to myself)You know that your life will be an exact, finite number of days, so you should try to use them wisely.Oct 13, 2024Oct 13, 2024
On the hallmark of success (series: notes to myself)Success is not the poem read, but the one re-read endlessly times, so often that you can’t help remembering it.Oct 6, 2024Oct 6, 2024
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