The magic of prime numbers
I am not very good at turning a prime number of years, but slowly getting better. I started my nineteen in complete silence. I had class in both morning and evening and practical lessons afterwards, trained in the dojo, called my parents who were on a trip and went to sleep. I started my twenty-three in a room carved in the office of an industrial ship, surrounded by people who stopped respecting me the exact moment I stopped being able to comply to their expectations. I started my twenty-nine with so much rage I ripped off a page of my diary after I wrote it. Two days later I was surrounded by amazing people, dancing to Irani music and watching Eurovision whenever the local WiFi would allow. My two readings of that season were Euclid and David Goggins. I am... excited about the thirty-one, in many different ways. I am exhausted by training, my thesis is sucking on my life force in exchange for the best pages I have ever written and the cake is cooling down in the fridge. Which is fun,...