The blog of Christopher Gullmans
I find myself sitting here, half-way through my vacation, staring out the window. Outside, the rain pours down, and I think to myself, "some vacation this is." And then I stop myself and remember why the grass is green, why the birds fly, and why I was able to have a proper meal on my... Continue Reading →
I don't even know what to think, say or feel anymore. I don't even know how all of this has managed to fit into just one year, much less how I am (and we're) still alive. I think I know what it feels like to be a tiny ship in a vast ocean, one moment... Continue Reading →
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 →
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