Lewis Carroll probably wouldn’t want us to think that. I mean… Have you read his Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland? Maybe the whole rabbit hole thing is because Alice end up lost and mad? But isn’t Wonderland better when we’re completely lost? That’s what they say... And the Cheshire Cat adds: We’re all mad here. So what is it? Is there something bad at the bottom of the rabbit hole? Or maybe along the way down? Is it the fall? Or is it more of a landing? Is madness really tha

I’m lucky enough to live right next to a large château park. And you can probably imagine what it looks like there now in the spring. The magnolias and cherry trees are competing to see who has the pinker and fuller blossoms. Wild irises are beginning to take over the entire river’s oxbow. And the pines no longer feel so alone in all that greenery, because the birches, plane trees and willows are quickly catching up to them. And speaking of willows... This morning I went for

I read Frederic Forest’s article about the Musée Rodin today, and I liked how he mentioned Rodin – as an imaginary friend who isn’t called by his first name. And it made me think of others... Monet, Caravaggio, Gaudí, Picasso, Vermeer, Dalí, Warhol... With most artists, we’re used to calling them by their last names. Sometimes we don't even remember their full names. And the same goes for their artworks. I didn’t go to see Sunset on the Seine at Lavacourt, Winter Effect, I we

You know, I don't really care if it's just my prejudices that I can't deal with. Or my pride, which sometimes confuses my fear of not being good enough with the pressure to achieve self-confidence through perfectionism. No matter how worthless my overthinking about this may be, the fact remains... I hate emails! With every one that arrives, my heart skips a beat and my breath panics. Could we just start talking again, please? As someone who grew up without the internet, it's

Nedávno jsme vedly s kamarádkou debatu o tom, jestli se říká zkopec. Jakože downhill že jo. Logicky. 😆 Tak kupříkladu ve větě: "Když člověk běží dlouho do kopce, tak si pak váží rovinek a skopců." No uznejte, že tam to slovo sedí jak pr.. na hrnec a byla by škoda tu krásnou českou větu měnit jen kvůli "z kopce". Ha! Ale teď se nám debata rozjíždí ještě víc. Je to vlastně skopec anebo zkopec? Jakože z kopce dolů - spřežka, nebo se to řídí pravidlem shora dolů? No, babo raď! �

This quote " The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new " is the opening line of Samuel Beckett's novel Murphy . When I heard this sentence for the first time – it was actually in Patrick Melrose by Edward St. Aubyn , it struck me deeply. So much sadness... Or is it perhaps a message? Don't worry so much, because life goes on and the Earth keeps spinning, even if you feel like some pain is breaking you in half right now and your days are coming to an end? Well,