curating my life

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I was starting to feel a bit annoyed. The snow was nice:

dwarf beeches in the snow

The dwarf beeches were nice:

But sitting around at home, waiting for my Iranian letter of invitation wasn’t very nice. I’d get things done, sure. Taxes, invoices, photos, and whatnot.

But it felt like I was merely a sort of curator of my own life.



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