Still

In French, they call it a “Dead Nature”, in other languages, like in English, we call it a “Still Life”. A Still Life is way more promising, way more alive. Since, even in stillness, the tiniest move remains. When Human Beings stay still, their nose wriggle, their hearts stand, their blood throb, their cells pound. When Human Beings stay still, something, no doubt, moves. A Still Life is way more accurate than a death sentence on a nature which, even still, moves inside as well. … More Still

National Stateless

Tonight, as I was about to sink into some American readings, I was suddenly striken by the 14th of July’s familiar fireworks’ sounds. I thought Covid would have deserted night sky from its annual colors, it then took me by surprised. Without thinking twice, I jumped under my raincoat to be part of the national crowd. I wanted to belong one last time before being ostracized; I wanted to hear “Look, there’s a red one!” “Look, there’s a blue one!”. I ran towards the Garonne River to attend the show. … More National Stateless

Missing Others

This morning, I started watching a Netflix Tv Show, one I had missed out until then – although there have been plenty of time to watch TV Show for a year! – and here I am, a few hours later, writing a column completely out of the blue. Nothing to do with travel but everything to do with life and worlds going through you … More Missing Others