Author Archives: Cyrus

Well, Amanda has started back to work, and seems to despise the second-shift schedule on Monday-Wednesday. Me, I don’t like having to remember to make something easy to eat on these days. This was Monday, the first dinner at work, and, like an asshole, I roasted cornish hens. Probably the most fiddly and messy thing […]

A fourteen-day self-quarantine strains the willpower horribly when you’re dropped into a new city and want nothing more than to explore. The weather is nice, thousands of things yearn to be discovered, and I’m holed up in this–admittedly really nice–apartment making shitty artwork with leftover Ikea boxes and a sharpie. I feel tied to the […]

And, finally, we arrive. It’s probably not possible to pinpoint exactly where or when this journey began, as it hasn’t ended, or really, even properly began. As I type in our new apartment in The Hague, listening to the echoes my fingers make in this room devoid of furniture, everything seems to have inexorably, if […]