Bored in self-isolation? Grab yourself a nice drink, and join me on a journey to Venice... thanks to literature!
A philosophical contemplation about the meaning of writing, non-duality, and why we need writers especially in times of self-isolation.
Does the book even stand a chance nowadays against Netflix, YouTube and Co? This post argues that reading still has a trick up its sleeve.
Summers are for gathering ideas, winters are for acting upon them.
Wer hat noch Zeit?
Wish you were here !