Whenever anybody asks me where I'm from, I usually say Pittsburgh. This, however, is quite far from the truth; I'm actually from a small town, a village really, that is called Fredericktown (if you take a look at the pathetic Wikipedia entry for my hometown, you'll see why I opt for answering any questions about…
Marisa sometimes threw balls of sand at us, and sometimes burst in, shouting "Stop it, who cares about this Dostoyevsky, who gives a damn about the Karamazovs." Then Nino abruptly broke off and walked along the shore, head lowered, until he became a tiny speck [...] Meanwhile I felt better and better, I couldn't believe…
In this world where every object was thrown away at the slightest sign of breakage or aging, at the first dent or stain, and replaced with a new and perfect substitute, there was just one false note, one shadow: the moon. It wandered through the sky naked, corroded, and gray, more and more alien to…
The things you think are the disasters in your life are not the disasters really. Almost anything can be turned around: out of every ditch, path, if you can only see it. -Hilary Mantel (Bring Up the Bodies)After many flights, too many heavy bags and too little cooking, my life is finally settling back into…
Dining with Dostoevsky 