Pass

Performing out of a rigid sense of obligation. The drum beats to the rhythm of should. Following it doesn’t lead to where is best for me. The signs we’re passing say so. I wave as we pass.

Half A Day In Bratislava

The morning started in the best hostel I’ve ever been to. It happened to be located in Vienna. It was there that I met Coco Chanel, a vibrant character from the Netherlands who you’d put your money on in a fight against a stingray. Not that she’d be caught throwing hands with one, but that…

Reality

Presented as a positive. Implementation was disastrous. It takes digging to uncover what is actually being said.

Identification

If identification is the first step, when does: Enter the picture?

The Bus

There’s something unifying about waiting for a bus you’ve never taken before, there’s a nervous energy. People wondering, am I in the right place? Does the bus I want stop here? Mixed with your confidence, there’s a healthy amount of doubt. I missed it. Now what? You missed yours too? An unintended delay, now a…