Finishing a manuscript, strolling in Vienna, and Chip Wars

I am not confused. You are.

Extract from Vienna’s Journals

I just came back from Hamburg. My emotions and words feel fragile right now, as I’ve just endured a 15-hour bus ride during which I supposedly slept, though not well enough to stop me from feeling like bursting into tears. It feels strange to be back in Vienna, a place where I now question the things I do and the things I o…