No, I couldn’t think of a more gripping or less longwinded title for this article. Every item gets the headline it deserves, I guess – and this time the cliche proverbial saying ‘it is what it is’ seems quite fitting. To put it more clearly: what you’re looking at is a (somewhat forced) comparison between […]
Perhaps it’s not such a bad idea to introduce some of my latest acquisitions in public, every now and then. Despite my regular blabbering-on regarding all kinds of nothingness, there’s still some room left to discuss bits and pieces such as books and novels – stuff written by others, (to be) read by yours truly. […]
I haven’t got a clue how they’re doing it. It seems as though it’s completely natural to them, those young lads and women surrounding me from every possible direction. Most of them seem to be interacting with one another in between breaths – others are scouring for possible prey, or are giving off signals that […]
Funny how little effort it takes for one’s mood to swing from one end of the spectrum to the other. No idea if this “spectrum” is circular in shape or perhaps an endless, ever-widening gap dividing the various sets of mankind’s emotions into strangely-familiar yet distinctive and separate bits and pieces. It doesn’t really matter, […]
This is going to be a relatively-compact post for a change. Because sometimes, there’s just too much left to do. Strangely enough, this often results in not being done at all. I’ve got a few potential articles wandering through the grey mass upstairs; but when push comes to shove, I usually don’t feel like writing […]
This isn’t going to be a book review (despite being tagged as one – tsk, tsk), rather than a recognition of the impact books can have on our day-to-day routines. Take my daily stroll through the forest, for instance. A couple of months ago I finished “Russian Partisans” (with a sub-header reading “WW2 – Limburg”), […]
As some of you might have already noticed, I can’t seem to stop involving Vladimir Nabokov’s “Speak, Memory” into every few paragraphs of my writing, these days. It can’t be helped, I seem to have simply stumbled upon a writer which I can heavily relate to. No, I’m not a refugee from a country torn-apart […]
