An ode to Italy

I have been you, you have borne me, and I have lived you, yet you tore me

still I have sought you on my knees… in the whooshing willows on the Thames Continue reading

The despair of Geschlechtsverkehr

It’s been about ten days since I started my office job, and it’s been tough. The constant rushing around trying to memorize fifty different faces on my first day, avoiding strange looks in the canteen for unconventional food choices (in their German eyes, anyway – I find the idea of drenching my salad in walnut sauce  and chunks of ham vaguely vomit-inducing), and above all the struggle with my German computer have been really quite stressful. Continue reading