Life is simple, being a practical Corona-teacher.
Life is simple, going to Bruges with a headache.
Life is simple, for a foreseeable period.
Life is simple, looking for Fibonacci in my garden. (I hate it)
Life is simple, at work.
Life is simple; I’m breathless in Flanders.
Life is simple with careful colleagues.
Life is simple, making magazines.
https://www.blurb.com/bookstore/invited/8660108/2c6b69b41b86898a277f8f1e5a3d39fe1a9bb6a0
Life is simple, loosing my viruses.
Life is simple, being hit by bags.
Life is simple, being covered.
Life is simple, being safe.
Life is simple, accepting a normal emptiness.
Life is simple, when a woman holds the keys.
Life is simple, avoiding the luxury of dying.
Life is simple, avoiding a Zoom-meeting.
Life is simple, avoiding a summer of love.
Life is simple, preparing a summer of boredom.
Life is simple, it’s a summary of photoshop actions.
Life is simple, it’s boring.
Life is simple: I promise this is the last one – I know too many ‘one trick ponies’ in art education.
Life is no longer simple, if the isolation lasts any longer.
Life is no longer simple, if the meaning of life is to be found in photoshop.
P.s. never trust a catholic politician – we have some.
Life is no longer simple, in a lockdown springtime
Life is no longer simple, neglecting Belgium’s coast side.
P.s. you shouldn’t be informed.