Dear Long Lost Ex-Høsbånd, I find myself today at IKEA. There are many options out there for low-cost home goods, but somehow I always end up here. Something to do with the meatballs. . Hey — remember the home we used to share? The centrally-located 2.5 room Altbau where you continue to live, but without … Continue reading Love, Loathing, and Flat-Packed Furniture
A poetic expression of insomnia; the time spent over analysing the self, and, without warning, falling deep into a night terror.