I am in the chalet, my refugium mentis, as the Latins called a retreat. I might call it a retreat. A me-time retreat, writing retreat, getting my shit together retreat, …
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A Hallucination-free Bicycle Day
Not as Albert Hofmann, but with a maybe similar ease I strolled down towards the port and found a broken bicycle. I so enjoyed a free ride of the city of
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