Homemade popcorn after rowing — and a reminder that quality of life lives in small gestures.
A ride to see Fischli/Weiss’ “How to Work Better” — where simple work principles quietly resonate as broader life guidance.
Three kilometres again. A quiet milestone in rebuilding strength after my clavicle fracture — shaped by patience, discipline, and self-compassion.
Sunday ritual: dirty chai and a carefully arranged weekly selection of medication — structured, practical, and unintentionally aesthetic.
After a week of steps and strokes, today was about stillness — raindrops on the rooftop window and legs that politely demanded recovery.
Pacing is harder than pushing. Today’s walk was only possible because I didn’t walk it alone.
MRI day in Zurich’s city center — a quiet river view before the machine’s banging soundtrack. Later came the best kind of update: status unchanged. Sometimes steady is everything. 🙌🏽
On days like today, my walk turns into a treasure hunt – for the undiscovered, the unusual, the surprising. Some finds remain unpublished. The first signs of spring…
Erratic skies, steady strokes — finding balance between shifting seasons and deliberate movement.
Sunday routine: preparation, fatigue, and the quiet satisfaction of maintenance — body and machine alike.
On cold and rainy days like today, it feels good to lean into a bit of coziness. What better way than a warm glass of chocolate “milk,” made…
From after-work beers to after-work rowing — choosing motion, coordination, and neuroplasticity over booze.
An “I’ll just do physio” evening turned into a spontaneous underpass walk: blurry, flared, imperfect, but a small win against lingering overexertion.
Longer days, quiet tables, and the slow anticipation of spring — adjusting my tempo until warmth returns.
A locally roasted coffee with origins in Ethiopia, marking a shift toward lighter, fruit-forward tastes.