working on a sunday feels gross

learning something for the primary purpose of teaching it is a weird space; not quite a student, definitely not yet a teacher

windy island festival weekend

If you're up early enough, the whole city smells like croissants

my favourite time of day is when the churches blast 'that's what friends are for' by Dionne Warwick on their fancy bells

Great people meet at bibiliotheek.

it's headache season and I'm actively participating

sweaty and grinning, happy to have finally written the damn thing