I am Paul Flowers. I am allergic to the question: “Where are you from?” Home. Such a simple, yet loaded word. Everyone asks me where my home is. My usual reply is that home is a psychologically constructed state caused by a sense of rest and acceptance. Subsequently, the Cheers theme song often traipses through the radio of my mind at these junctures.
I love to travel, true enough, but more than that I feel at home in Central Europe.
I love to write and read. I love music. I love quantum physics and mathematics.
Discover the bizare dichotomies that I encompass…
