“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.
The morning was shot before it even began. The journal app wouldn’t sync, wouldn’t save, wouldn’t do the one thing it was built to do. An hour lost trying to fix it, three entries gone. Maybe I backed one up in a zip file. Maybe I didn’t. Another I had cleaned up and thrown