A wonderland of topsy turvy norms, and a warped surrealist painting

It’s stupid o’clock in the night when I start to write this post. I’m not suffering so much from jet lag, as from a kind of social adjustment problem. My bubble has burst. My seven month bubble in a tropical haven, a Wonderland beyond Alice’s wildest dreams, where we danced round bonfires to the beatContinue reading “A wonderland of topsy turvy norms, and a warped surrealist painting”