Sometimes just a single phone call can make you feel lonely, depressed and beaten.
No chance of leaving the desert of a sad mind…
Published by Dag Travner
born and grew up in Klagenfurt (Austria), was living for over 30 years in Vienna, now back to her hometown in the very south of Austria near the border to Italy and Slovenia; multilingual freelance writer of fiction (mystery, crime, horror), essays (arts, philosophy, linguistics, politics), articles (cultural journalism), translator (french philosophy), indie film-maker and podcaster. View all posts by Dag Travner
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yet many times, a single phone away could just beat the loneliness. cheer up. gosh…i’ve never been to a desert. wish i could feel & see for myself someday…
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Actually I’ve been being in a metaphorical desert, a desert of mind, a sort of imaginary desert since the LENT has begun. Fasting shows you new aspects of the in and outside world as a real trip to an endless desert does…
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Thank you for your analogies, I do actually live in the desert of California and I find it beautiful!
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