His mind saw no limits to what could be accomplished by combining different streams of art
Me and Monsieur
I remember thinking up a name for him but today, I don’t even recall what that name was.
Amour, Amore, Askim
I developed a love for languages prior to leaving for an exchange study period in France two years ago.
I guard my naïveté because it allows me to see a world without limits.
On Writing, Dreams and Reality
I’m a dreamer. Can a person be a realist and a dreamer or is the dread of reality too much for us to bear on our happy, lustful shoulders?