Staring At The Walls. Or, Zen And The Art of Business Writing
The freezing January rain softly mutters at the window of my home office. A solemn repetitive sermon, it wakes the [...]
The freezing January rain softly mutters at the window of my home office. A solemn repetitive sermon, it wakes the [...]
"Hey Ben. It's me. Y'know, you. How goes it? Sorry, that's a silly question. I obviously know exactly how it's [...]