Heyoka’s Workbench


I share my flat with a quite reticent sardine. I found him in my fridge right beside the closed sardine can and gave him the name Houdini.

Houdini accepts that I eat fish. I myself, in turn, tolerate that he sneers at my philosophic declamations on the freedom of the individual.

The sad thing is that Houdini does not drink beer.