Non-Fiction Short Stories. Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion. Monday, Wednesday, Friday.
Basically, like nine-tenths of humanity, I always wanted to be somewhere else, in the place I have just fled from.
-Thomas Bernhard. Wittgenstein’s Nephew.
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