Slowing Down and Inhaling the Blues. In Morocco

9 am. The driver is here. They gave me a seat at the front. I am the only one travelling without a friend. So happy. Will be able to take pictures through the window. It’s so hot. Why isn’t he putting an air conditioner on? I am sweating. The driver says another 3 hours to…

Sunday Blues

Do you get lonely? I do. Especially on Sundays. “Viktor Frankl defined ‘Sunday neurosis’ <…> He described an emptiness, a void and a misery that came from boredom <…>┬áthat kind of depression which afflicts people who become aware of the lack of content in their lives when the rush of the busy week is over…