My guilty pleasures: It’s cold outside

Finalment he trencat el candau del meu únic diari i he trobat retalls i vivences de tres anys de vida (1996-1998). Ha estat un gest impulsiu amb un objectiu concret i sense gran trascendència: Buscava pistes per recordar una cançó que escoltava en aquell moment. La trascendència la hi trobo mentre intento expresar en paraulesContinua llegint “My guilty pleasures: It’s cold outside”

My own private classics

“From the very beginning—from the first moment, I may almost say—of my acquaintance with you, your manners, impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, were such as to form the groundwork of disapprobation on which succeeding events have built so immovable aContinua llegint “My own private classics”