I just need to be somewhere quiet, and fill my head with thoughts that are not mine.
First word. First kiss. First love. First hand you held. First memory. First heartbreak. First impressions. First success. First failure. First job. First hello. First goodbye.
Nothing beats the nostalgia, the memory of experiencing things for the first time.
How do firsts shape the rest of your life? Your standards on happiness? On failure and disappointment? I think we could play a lot and contribute stuff on this area. It's something that we all experienced at some point in our lives. At the same time, I think we don't run out of...
The funny thing about The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories is that no matter how small it is, whenever I browse through it is like reading the stories for the first time. Some stories are quirky and fun and weird. But the others are just sad... sad without even trying to be sad. Like an inner kind of sad you know? The kind of sad that you'll see when you look close enough.