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For someone who loves words, I paid a great price to learn that they are worth nothing. Not the good ones, nor the bad ones. Words seem to be a fast-expiring currency—just wind between our teeth, fading ink on paper, or black pixels on a white background, read and forgotten shortly after.

The text of this blog post was first written in 2022, after my very first visit to the Palm House in Schönbrunn. Time has passed, but my...

Those gardens, for there are many there and all are a different theme, have one thing in common: they were meant to ignite slow burning intimacy and make you calmer and peaceful.