I haven’t been writing much lately. Inspiration left me long ago to go fuck someone else into mediocre poetry or some bullshit paragraphs of gibberish no-one reads. In her place, the brain-dead nothingness of a purposeless life has made herself ever-present…
Tag: Radagast
Growing Up – or the Freedom of not Giving a Shit
Suggested soundtrack: Somewhere I read that happiness’ name is “it’s not my problem”. It’s a cynical truth and I guess it is the last piece of childhood that dies: the belief that we matter, the hope we can alter the course of history,…
The bubble
Suggested soundtrack: Out of the blue happiness was defined as singing along together to Wagon Wheel, to take a bath, to watch someone make carbonara, and to hold someone’s hand without worry of notice. Radagast came for a visit. What…
Returning Characters
In order to keep people anonymous on this blog, everyone that needs proper mention is given a nickname. In the case that you are curious to follow only one of the many people that takes place in my life, click…