Exploring your soul DAY 14 This is our third quarantined week and everybody has found his feet, a habit runs, individual and timely shared. One keeps going with her student life screen to screen, the other tries to keep his permanent move by treading water, some breathlessly write and the last one is awfully bored. … More Frozen Wanderer: Week 3
Spring is forgotten, it has chosen rain, grey sun and sad clouds to grace our April sky. Then, let’s keep playing with seasons and fly to lands where nights rise eight months a year, let’s blossom our day in our imaginations. I could choose the season when daylight lasts 24 hours a day, but then I would have to recreate both Mount Denali and Lake Kathleen’s grandiosity in your living-room to enable you to climb, it would only feed your quarantined frustration. Let’s keep dreaming then… Let’s fly to GREAT NORTH OF AMERICA! … More Special Quarantine: Great North of America in your living-room
Inebriation DAY 9 I have so many ideas endlessly running through my day, but since I don’t write them down at the minute, I don’t feel the need to throw them on paper when the night comes. I would have so much thing to meditate but not tonight! Then, I throw everything without filter nor … More Frozen Wanderer: Week 2
I put myself in a bit of a challenge this week: traveling you to our 2nd Neverland without physically hiking you there. Because, making dreams out of this Island of Ice without its dark land, ocean of diamonds, verdant Fjords and multicolore rocks is like listening to Beethoven when you are deaf! … More Special Quarantine: Iceland in your living-room
Taming Time DAY 1 I have felt at war for a few days now. Probably because I have never actually had to live through a war. Probably because this exceptional moment in France, in the entire world, is the closest to the war I might ever picture. Yet, despite what everybody wants us to believe, … More Frozen Wanderer: Week 1
In this new spring where March showers are making April fool, it sounded appropriate to match the weather and to start our apartment journey with a four-seasons-in-one-day destination. Committed to my soul mate hidden in Donegal’s wet bogs, I offer IRELAND as our first Neverland! … More Special Quarantine: Ireland in your living-room
I used to feel the same when I came home, as clueless as Blanche. I especially remember my departure for my first summer in the US: as I was locking my apartment’s door, cheerful and impatient of my destination, I already foresaw this happy action would be my grave when I would come back. But not today, because today I won’t go through the same doorway that watched me going. And today, I know why I am coming home. I am not totally sure to know why I left but I know why I come back. I am fearless. … More Midwater limbos
Today I am going. Today, I am flying home even if my home doesn’t have a roof nor walls anymore, even if the whole Planet is my home now. I may still write I am going home because I go back to my roots. … More Last Day(s): Bye Bye Birdie
I get to NYC full of assumptions and bad feelings. This big apple is very not appealing for me. Stopping by last Saturday didn’t give me a good taste and I struggled so much to find a decent place to crush at – apparently, only couchsurfing hosts available in NYC are horny male who expects … More New York New York
When I knocked at Marc & Stephanie’s tiny city house door up to three or four little steps, I was welcome by Lola’s angry barks, by Marc’s shaggy face and by Stephanie’s invisible voice. As for me, I entered with my giant backpack which always makes me feel like an intruder. You can call it … More Make it happen!
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 