She gets on the train and takes her jacket off. She searches her backpack and produces a notebook out of it. While she leafs through it, postcards and papers spring out from the pages. She is holding a pen, but she is not writing. She is reading. I wonder what music her round black headphonesRead more
I used to think I have two places from which I see the world: one is my eyes, and the other one is on a plan which is parallel to my eyes’ one, but behind it. When I am looking through my eyes, I feel more vulnerable; when I am looking through my “second setRead more
Namaste! I'm Mariachiara, a 25-year-old who always carries a pen and a notebook in her bag. I write, drink tea, do yoga, and find myself over and over again.