Fiat mihi.

5.15.2020 Dear dad, I am struck by the sensation of being stuck in a room in which the door seems to be inching closed. The room appears to have strange drawings on the walls, pictures or carvings, almost, of the likes of windows and doors. Not the kind you might see today in our modern... Continue Reading →

A Narnian moment.

4.13.20 Dear dad, I had high hopes for this Lent. Turns out the virus did me one better on the coffee addiction. I think it might actually be a coffee shop addiction. And all of those are closed. Though I do definitely enjoy a cup in the morning and usually a little something to go... Continue Reading →

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