Immersing myself in Zurich’s commuter flow at Central felt almost boringly normal — a welcome feeling.
My trust in the lengthening days provided quite the stark reality check: we’re still in early March. As it was already too dark to chase signs of spring,…
Homemade popcorn after rowing — and a reminder that quality of life lives in small gestures.
A ride to see Fischli/Weiss’ “How to Work Better” — where simple work principles quietly resonate as broader life guidance.
Three kilometres again. A quiet milestone in rebuilding strength after my clavicle fracture — shaped by patience, discipline, and self-compassion.
Sunday ritual: dirty chai and a carefully arranged weekly selection of medication — structured, practical, and unintentionally aesthetic.
After a week of steps and strokes, today was about stillness — raindrops on the rooftop window and legs that politely demanded recovery.
Pacing is harder than pushing. Today’s walk was only possible because I didn’t walk it alone.
MRI day in Zurich’s city center — a quiet river view before the machine’s banging soundtrack. Later came the best kind of update: status unchanged. Sometimes steady is everything. 🙌🏽
On days like today, my walk turns into a treasure hunt – for the undiscovered, the unusual, the surprising. Some finds remain unpublished. The first signs of spring…