“All colors made me happy even grey.” Nabokov, Pale Fire
A German carpenter by day working hard to follow a Jewish carpenter, exploring writing as a creative outlet. Passionate about learning through practice and observation.
“Some loves don’t end, they just run out of places to go, and so they sit—quietly collapsing under their own weight.” me and maybe you. I’m hiding behind words again because the television saw through me, and reading is just another trick to get my eyelids to surrender. At my age, closing them is no