The blog of Christopher Gullmans
There are countless letters on countless pages in countless books in countless libraries. They all have something in common: none of them contain our story. Not a single sheet of paper in any of those books contain the emotions, passions, happiness, or sorrows of ours, nor the paths that we have taken. This, our paper... Continue Reading →
There comes a time in everybody's life when they wonder what will become of them. Sometimes, it's simply because they don't know, but where the world is their oyster. But then there are those who are the oyster: quiet, shy and silently making something unexpected. Now, I don't pretend to be more special than anybody... Continue Reading →
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