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i nearly finished white nights on my flight home from spain to hamburg. but as we landed, i decided to save the last few pages for the next day at my favourite café in hamburg. i picked up white nights because i wanted to get a better sense of dostoevsky
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laguna takes about an hour and a half from west hollywood. small shops by the beach, surfboards on cars, hills in the background. it felt more lively than the parts of LA i had seen so far. all of it had that distinctly american feeling. jack, a friend from hong
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saying it was something i'd always wanted to do would be a lie. but i knew it would be valuable. one and a half years after my last day of service, i can say: it is. but let me start where it actually begins. my grandfather has been
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when i was young, i was addicted to books. my parents read to me every night, and at some point i stopped needing them to - i just kept going on my own. i don't know exactly when that stopped, but it did. somewhere between growing up and wanting
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i’ve been thinking about creating this website for a long time now. instagram is great for sharing moments, photos, and short thoughts, but i often felt that many ideas deserve more space. books, conversations, travels, and experiences have influenced me much more than a 15-second clip can ever