Koningsnacht, Koningsdag, Koningsdone

I awake at 10 am, having had an insufficient sleep on a Johanna couch. My mouth is dry, barren. There‚Äôs a crumby plate on the coffee table- I have vague recollections of a belated supper consisting entirely of Nutella toast. The sunlight is shooting daggers through the exposed window, refracting and magnifying its rays onto... Continue Reading →


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