She begins most mornings the same way, with coffee. That is the first thing. Not in any grand way, just a cup in her hands, the small heat of it, the feeling that the day can begin properly now. She jokes that she finishes the day with a cocktail and not the other way around,…
She likes having a rhythm to the week. It helps when things feel a little full in her head. Running helps with that. Not fast, not for competitions, just to feel her body move again. She had stopped for a while and is trying to start slowly. Six kilometres for now. Always the same small…
I woke up to that small, stupid kind of mistake that already tells you what sort of day it’s going to be. I’d put an alarm for my tea, like I always do, and then I forgot to stop it. Just this sharp little noise in the background, and suddenly I was thinking, no, I’m…
I was in the office that day, not at home, and I remember answering her the way you answer when you’ve already been moving since morning — fine, good, busy, the usual. The office air felt a little stale and the light on my screen was too bright, and when she asked if I was…
An Evening Where Darkness Led the Way Two weeks ago, I went to a very special restaurant.When I say special, I don’t mean fancy or extravagant. I mean unusual—something I had never experienced before. The restaurant was in Strasbourg, inside the Hilton Hotel. When you arrive there, everything feels completely normal. Christmas decorations, lights everywhere,…
