Yearly Archives: 2023

If anything, no, if anything, I would be a populationist. Or, I would also find it kind of nice, not only an artist but also a subspeciesist.

Fiji has been hit hard. Once through the middle of the cloud of smoke, all her plans dissolved as well.

Of course, I'm not saying I'm writing a book. But maybe I am writing a book.

This week I have been very preoccupied by a sentence that I have heard for the third time now from nurses. "I really don't care what happens to the earth after me.

I say bluntly what I think, sometimes through the nose, but always honestly. If you don't want to hear the answer, don't ask me.

I must be the only person on this planet who can mentally bridge the gap between a urinary catheter and his preference for serial polygamy.

How many hours do you think I work in a tightly scheduled 12-hour shift?

I always find it fascinating how nurses make statements about my state of health over my head.

What a mess. Oh, pardon me, what do I know about modern staff management and image building. I'm not an expert. I have nothing more to say about it.

Hang digital picture frames everywhere in the flat and on the smoker's balcony and in the guest WC that show live what needs to be done.