simplicityThe degenerating parts of me are the tragic but nevertheless concrete consequences of my previous actions, and quite simply, an unavoidable baggage of having just too many birthdays.

Like they say, you would appreciate something as trivial as your sideburns only soon after you had lost it. Only then you would realize that that small something actually had a use and a purpose after all.

I used to run with the bulls, and do it calmly. Like a light feather dancing, touching the most violent breeze within the eye of the storm. Continue Reading…