Tango was a great distraction.
Maybe I was addicted to the dopamine rush. Tango made me buzz. I could feel my vibration rise when I danced; I’d return late at night, and lie wide awake in bed.
I had danced tango four nights in a row because
By Vivi Rathbone.
My eyelids were heavy from the strain of a full day of computer work, but I sat down at my desk again with the intention to write. I started writing a letter to my father.
What happens when you die? This is the question