Who knew That a day would come When a ray of sunshine Would be a glimmer of hope That watching from a cage As the world burnt to ashes Was a road to salvation That being my own prisoner Was the only way To save humanity That war Didn’t mean swords and guns Because it … More 045: The rays will still dance
Days seem longer, nights seem shorter and dates get lost in their calendars. This is a seemingly accurate description of what self-confinement feels like. It gets boring after a while and if you’re watching the news, you might find yourself sinking into some kind of depression because there’s barely anything to lift up our spirits. … More 043: Being productive during confinement
The realization that things are not going on habitually is uncomfortable. Two days ago I went to the grocery store, just as I always do and I was taken aback, first, by the unusual high number of customers, (since it was on a Sunday), and second, by the number of empty shelves – which is … More 042: We are at war!
Having a love-hate relationship with your hair is quite a normal phenomenon – at least if you have kinky curly hair. One day you’ll wake up and the hair gods have showered you will all glossy moisturized cooperative goodness and some days you’ll think that you were cursed by a witch buried in the abyss. … More 037: MY HAIR TROUBLES DURING WINTER…