On a winter’s morning in 2011, I stood standing on a beach, yelling furiously at these two expert kayakers. That morning, I had decided to learn to paddle an ocean ski, and they agreed to teach me. Now, these things are notoriously “tippy,” and the model I was in was particularly narrow… I had gone...
I’m walking down one of those wide footpaths alongside the river, towards my favourite café. I see someone coming towards me. As we get closer, I shuffle to the left side a bit to make sure they have space. I glance up. I think, wow, this is weird. This person walks kind of like me....
About Me
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated.