We need to stop seeking responsibility solely elsewhere and stop excusing ourselves from action.
"Did you kill the lizard yourself?" I asked. But no, it had still been alive when he ate it.
The question mark that was in my heart now has faces.
I wasn't inconvened by sharing space with other people, or by the broken sink, or the peeling wallpaper.
We held hands. With the other, each of us held a knife. There was a bottle of pepper spray under the pillow.
Now we were drifting, believing there had to be a reason for all that was happening, and all that was not happening so that something else could.
Maybe we were ready to forge our own path, one that no one but us had travelled this way.
When Sara and I set out on the Camino we experienced the future as a kind of nostalgia.
On March 19th, we would hike the Camino.
Ich dachte bisher, AfD-Wähler seien hauptsächlich unaufgeklärte, urdeutsche Landeier, die Angst vor Veränderung haben. Jetzt habe ich endlich einen kennen gelernt - und muss mein Bild gründlich revidieren.