Insurrection DAY 29 Yesterday, “Big Macron” talked, awaking bitterness in my heart, lighting up my anger and each bomb with which I would like to blow up the system. But he mostly heightened my fears, fear nothing will ever change after, fear we’ll go back to the world of before because we have fallen asleep … More Frozen Wanderer: Week 5-6
Frozen wanderer, I am looking into the world throughout my window. I am gazing at snails perfectly happy whilst I am locked down, whilst I am quarantined. How do I envy this snails’ race, how I would like to move in slow motion in the rain ; my immensity to be a little fence, my happiness to be a Spring tear. … More Snail’s slow-motion Waltz
Hunting Eggs and worries DAY 24 My heart has ran into my tears. Since I heard the nurse’s voice on the radio this morning. Since that weekly minute when, on my way to vineyards, I connect to the real world through radio waves. My breath has been taken away. Since I heard the nurse saying … More Frozen Wanderer: Week 4
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
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
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
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 