Humanity
A much better version of ourselves seems more unlikely than ever
A much better version of ourselves seems more unlikely than ever
You will look at your own child and ask, “Where are you from?”
It’s hard to keep it up
I’m living with goldfish, or emotionally repressed time bombs
This is small-talk with a significant shelf-life
What kind of crazy regime are we living in, where tiny babies start school?
Why did the ex-pat cross the road? GOOD QUESTION
I need a Netherlands number, and my netherlands are getting numb-er
We might as well be naked and sobbing. Maybe that’s just me
“Oh, it’s okay. I NEVER SAID YOUR REAL NAMES.”