Rome is at once crumbling and filled with life. It is simultaneously chaotic, a cradle of raw civilization and an overgrown, ancient ruin.
This August, I’m going to be a father. Naturally, I’m quite excited. I’m also anxious: it turns out that juggling the trifecta of finishing a PhD, job hunting and reading endless books about how to deal with the alien lifeform that’s going to come shooting out of my wife, isn’t easy. This week, I’ve left … Continue reading Fatherhood, ISMRM and depression