A commonplace

  • Reflections on stories that linger

    almost comfortable

    It’s a Sunday morning in Budapest. You have a flight home that afternoon, but have to be out the apartment by 10am. Why not pass the hours in a cosy cafe? Tucked away in a quiet street in Jewish quarter, District VII. Past the street art of 2 Hungarian Nobel Prize winners, you see a

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  • Reflections on stories that linger

    an introduction

    I wouldn’t call myself an avid reader. But I have read quite a few books, and they’ve stuck with me in ways I can’t put into words. Not because I don’t know how to articulate the change- there is that to some extent- but it is primarily that I forget these worlds after some time,

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