The long term missed deadline. Freelance existential misery is self-inflicted torture
Not doing a piece of work that has been long due is the loneliest place in the world
I write from the dog bed on the flat’s tiny balcony absorbing the last of the warmth and UV light. The coming end of summer is always a sad time, especially when for mo…
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