Sitting in the corner of a cafe, observing, I try to reflect if I am enjoying solitary, or struggling another day of loneliness.
‘Friendship is not developed through time, rather moments of time.’
It has been over a year since I uprooted and replanted. The city has opened its arms. Yet I still struggle to find those moments. Am I not being grateful enough? Am I searching too hard that I accidentally let those moments slip away? Why is it this difficult to be content?
An Ode to a Shoe.
The Permanence of Impermanence
Only Bumping Boats
German lessons at the Jewish Museum
6/7. The City of the Kaiser Chiefs. The architecture and history is often overshadowed by the Nazis and the East/West Cold war era...
A Candle for Your Thoughts
A Take Off in Berlin