Tag Archives: life

Weather and Politics vs Work in Progress.

One side effect of being a storyteller is that by telling a story you disconnect your emotions from reality. A major event becomes just a story. This is a reason I didn’t want to write about Sandy The Storm and … Continue reading

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Depression Question: Nick.

A lot of people intimately familiar with depression are well spoken and elegantly eloquent. Nick is one of them. He kindly submitted himself to Wendy’s gentle grilling. Nick’s answers to same questions are quite different from mine and Charlie’s. I … Continue reading

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Depression Question: Charlie.

Stigma attached to mental illness feels undeserved. Who is to set the standards of a Perfect Human? Who is to tell us which human suffering is normal and which crosses the line into an illness? By admitting that you suffer … Continue reading

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The Truth of Fiction.

One sometimes have to live with the decisions made by her younger self. You know, with mutilated limbs or a tasteless tattoo on a face. I happen to have to live without a diary I wrote when I was 18. … Continue reading

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Messaging Universe.

Friday, April 13th was full of unexpected gifts if you consider a question mark as a gift. First, of course, we had the deadline to meet. In fact, it was met the night before, April 12th at 10 PM when … Continue reading

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The Big Move.

It is raining again and after changing buckets under the leaking pipe I ventured out into the rain to access to Macdonald’s free wifi, 15 min walk away. Blog is not an obsession, it is a duty. But now, in … Continue reading

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On Love and Afterlove. Story 12.

  – Why didn’t you tell me? – I asked Lasse the same question 17 years later in New York at an animation event where he was the star of the night presenting his films and I was the designated … Continue reading

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