Movement is oddly effortless when it is raining. Riding home from the train station I suspect the warmer air of improving the functionality of my chain and gears, and I wish I could… Continue reading
I am a liar. I am being rewarded for it at work and I don’t think I am going to stop any time soon. I only feel about 15% sorry about it. See… Continue reading
It’s raining tonight. It’s usually raining here. Especially at night. I like the rain. On the train everyone has their own something to read. We sit looking down at our laps. We don’t… Continue reading
I’ll have to keep this short because it hurts to type. Okay, it’s not that bad, but the ends of my fingers have some sort of heat bruise; they ache when I push… Continue reading
One sharply cold night I was talking about finding work with my Romanian classmate, Traian, who looks kind of like a Lego version of Tom Cruise but with burning-crazy eyes. He assured me:… Continue reading
