A couple of days ago, one of my wonderful colleagues said something remarkable: “Well, have you ever noticed that we could basically live like Sartre but instead, we choose to sit in a boring 70ies office building in front of a computer all day?”
This resonated with me because I often think that I should spend more days writing in Viennese coffee houses. And it also resonated with me for another reason. That reason is my secret little dream. And this secret little dream is probably every second person on the internet’s secret little dream: writing a novel. There. I said it. Now it’s out there.