I don’t want a perfect life; I’d settle for a happy one
Everything’s different although nothing has changed
The story about a forgotten bike
An unfinished chess game
Music that heals
My Annual Balance Sheet
The way we were
On that day, late in autumn, I sat on the bedroom floor and took a long look into my past. There were photos to illustrate it, with me in them, and some people who were close to me at the time. The woman in the photos looked like me, but she was still different.