self portrait as the wizard pt. 1
















DISCLAIMER: Despite the words that will follow, I want to make clear first and foremost that I did very much enjoy the performance. The writing is critical, an attempt to categorise my perceptions into a coherent view of the world. I believe that I - and everyone else who enjoys music,
Amsterdam's city centre is littered with places to see, from bakeries with highly Instagrammable stroopwafels to deeply unInstagrammable spectacles in the red light district. But the city's hottest new attraction is unlike anything you've encountered before. Hidden behind the main library, on a street
🐉: I can see in your notes that you're "looking for the answer," but what is the question, exactly? 🦄: "Why?" 🐉: Why what? 🦄: Why everything. 🐉: I think you know that "why," or more precisely "why everything" are not questions that have an
She's kneeling alongside the canal. The ground is muddy, and her knees are cold. The only source of light is the street lamps, but she's right in between them, as much in the dark as possible. There is no mystery in this country. She leans over