There is one door, which leads up to some 3rd floor that could not be opened that night. At least not by me, since I had no key. And I didn’t know yet that only by now they might already be in an envelope, wrapped up in a parcel, making…

Būna pirmadienių, kai pabusti 7-tą ryto atrodo taip prasminga; važiuoti autobusu pasitikt dienos atsakomybių, tokių svarbių ir neeilinių, skrodžiant avimis nusėtas Anglijos lygumas, nostalgiškai primena mokyklą, kurią, atrodo, jau visai nebe neseniai baigiau. Grįžus iškart šokt ant dviračio, ir trankios muzikos ausyse apkurtintai ropštis į universiteto kalną; ir džiaugtis šita…

Categorising of Women and the Inner Disunity amongst Themselves The reader going through the first lines of this reflective account on ‘sex’ as a tool to ‘sell’, as the writer assumes, should be familiar with the issue; either from reading about it, hearing about it, or at least subconsciously having…

There are moments that happen and fade away, that come and stay for a day, when the most enjoyable, indulgent, completely compelling and taking in activity is to watch food making or make-up applying videos. I have those moments, I’m sure you do too. …

…That might have been interesting. But honestly? When I think of whether there is anything I wish I knew ‘before’, I only think why I would wish I knew that? What difference, if any, knowing ‘after’ makes? Since when, or why, I think exactly this, and not that?... …

And I’m not even sure I do. I might have an idea, but in a realm of ‘now’, I just naturally don’t think about it, and so it gradually changes, until someone asks, ‘Are you alright there, love?’ What do you mean? Have I not noticed something? Where was I…