It’s actually very alarming how little of the accident I remember. I think I know where I had parked the scooter but beyond that there’s absolutely nothing in my recollection. From what I have figured out afterwards from doctors and so on, the accident was severe and I came off pretty hard, pulverizing quite a lot of my important bits. The main thing I know about the accident is that I was broken enough that I had to be evacuated to a nearby hospital using a spatula. Continue reading You can't ignore my techno
I hate traveling home for Christmas. I enjoy being home for Christmas, but the journey to get there, never easy at the best of times, feels more like a desperate pilgrimage. Continue reading Airports: A Monument to Indifference
