The other night, I heard women chanting in the loft above me. They repeated the same words; the fire alarm had gone off a little earlier only to be somehow disabled by them (the ceiling of my room, rather that brick and mortar, is a piece of cardboard and a Jedi mind trick), and I thought maybe they ended their sentences with a repeated phrase, “Let it …
What to do in the winter, for mental health and happiness (on cocooning)
With the colder months fast approaching, thinking about how to stay sane, cuddly, and hyggelig
