The occasionally amusing meanderings of a former 20-something.
It’s east to get lost in transition… Or translation. Here’s a collection of… you guessed it: musings. It’s hard to avoid an existential crisis when you’re in a city sprawled as far as the eyes can see.
It’s east to get lost in transition… Or translation. Here’s a collection of… you guessed it: musings. It’s hard to avoid an existential crisis when you’re in a city sprawled as far as the eyes can see.