Ars Amandi
I didn’t fall for her because she was beautiful but rather because she wasn’t. I was hers the moment I saw her, on an October day twenty years ago. I was wondering through the Moravian Gallery, on my final day in the city. Brno is actually a pleasant city, once you have penetrated the dystopian outer ring of Communist era panelaky, and like peeling off … Continue reading Ars Amandi