A Conversation with Marina Kondo
 It's Monday afternoon, around 1pm and I've completely lost my momentum. I'm twenty minutes behind and ten blocks away. The trains are predictably un-predictable and if my internal monologue wasn't holding for the house, it would say "Cross the damn street already, your interview is waiting for you." Murakami would call it a day … Continue reading "A Conversation with Marina Kondo" The post A Conversation with …
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