Silence. Emptiness. Gone. Then they are gone. And I stay. It has been such a long time since I have been the one staying. Silence. Emptiness. Melancholia. Oh, this weight on my stomach, I know it so well. It reminds me of other departures, of other absences. It is so hard to be the one … More Frozen Wanderer: DAY 0
Hopes DAY 46 Yesterday, I hit the road beyond authorized fields. Almost. I had to empty my storage box, where I pilled up all my treasures before my grand journey almost a year ago. I took them all from the box to a car or a truck, and from the car or the truck to a garage … More Frozen Wanderer: Week 7-8
Today, my offer will be polymorphic, I don’t choose one state but a bunch of them, my knowledge wouldn’t be enough for one complete recipe for each. Thus, I travel you to a mythical place, whose names means anything and nothing, I bring you to magical and huge lands that shall not be contained in one profane article so complex and various they are. I risk it though, conscious my lacks are mesmerized, happy my discoveries were unperfect, and I humbly try to send you to the AMERICAN WILD WEST. … More Special Quarantine: the Wild West in your living-room
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
This week, we change our set, we stop by a metropole so we can shine with city lights. Mesmerizing, wild, unchanged, rooted, uprooted, I invite you to our fifth Neverland along Northwest Pacific Coast, stopping by SEATTLE and its surroundings. … More Special Quarantine: Seattle in your living-room
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
This morning, the blue sun bows and scrape to bright sky, my legs are getting impatient, I would like to hike, I would like my birthday sunny Mount Robson to reflect on my quarantined windows, I would like to hear Juan de Fucca Pacific’s song break on my isolated walls … More Special Quarantine: Western Canada in your living-room
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
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 