Martin Eden and Uncle Albert
Stepping out of the house and blending into the street, it hit me: reading fiction out here felt entirely pointless. A novel belongs behind closed doors, or in total isolation….
Stepping out of the house and blending into the street, it hit me: reading fiction out here felt entirely pointless. A novel belongs behind closed doors, or in total isolation….
I am accompanied by the view from my window, which overlooks the street. It is filled with tables of people commiserating, laughing and arguing, as well as people passing by, either calmly or hurriedly. I sit at my large wooden table, which is right next to the window. In front of me is the fireplace, […]
I do all my writings in two languages. I don’t just mean the words I use. At the same time, I write with the different feelings of two different cultural perspectives. Translating words is easy if you have the same feelings in the language you’re translating into. But what if there aren’t? This is exactly […]
In Robin Sharma’s book The Wise Man Who Sold His Ferrari, the following quote is mentioned: ‘Set your goals in life.Once you do this, the natural forces that turn these dreams into reality come into play.’ When I read these words, I suddenly experienced a strange mixture of feelings. I felt simultaneously very upset and […]
Maybe I’m still not sure where to go, but now I know that I must first leave the ‘home’.If I can throw myself out onto the street, surely the road will take me somewhere at least. I feel like I will be where I am meant to be… Since I don’t know how the weather […]