Down and Out in Paris and London. Goodbye to Berlin. A Moveable Feast. My fascination with the meager lifestyle of a struggling artist has been long and enduring. It has been my secret fantasy to join the ranks of those before me, slaving away in dingy bars and coffee shops and attic apartments, pen to paper sustaining me — but just barely. The glamor, for … Continue reading The bohemian dream
“Butter the toast, eat the toast, shit the toast.” Mark from Peep Show’s words have been resonating in my head a lot recently and not just because I’ve been watching it on repeat daily — a kind of comfort food for the eyes. No, it’s the monotony of daily life he’s referring to that strikes such a familiar chord. It’d be slightly incorrect to say … Continue reading Career dress-up
Riding the highs and trudging through the lows like shoes caked in sticky mud. It’s both interesting and maddening to me how some moments can hang on for dear life while others shoot through you like bolts of lightning. The bad feelings and the good, respectively of course. As we came to learn through middle school English class, “nothing gold can stay.” I left Alicante … Continue reading Highs and lows
Thunderstorms over Madrid tonight. It was a grey day, with thick, smoke-colored clouds hanging low, touching the tops of the massive dwellings. It was the kind of day that made me realize how much I missed and needed the rain, the reminder that nature exists beyond spotless, blindingly blue skies. The rain breathed new life back into stifling, stagnant air. Continue reading “A prodigal comes home”
