To Selene. After a heatwaved Saturday, Sunday was grey. The kind of mid-grey leaning towards white and which you wouldn’t know if it’s going to color the entire day or only a fleeting and uncertain morning. The previous day’s suffocating atmosphere had simmered down, the night’s humidity lingered; or was it only a countryside’s privilege? … More The Wanderer above the sea of fog
It was a Tuesday like any other. Almost. My heart was panting and my dreams were floating. I couldn’t focus more than three minutes to intertwine two sentences. That Tuesday, I didn’t want to write. Was Mars fooling with me in that dedicated day? Or was it a random day – like today in fact … More Watching through…
Going somewhereAnywhereWriting some travel memories to explore a bit longer a bit further as if I was in 2019 in my Alaskan car gazed by American Plaines’ white moonWriting some travel memories into a novelBut the wagon bouncesBut the wagon is sickAnd so are my wordsMy unreal imagination then hangsMy unreal imagination then dreams on … More Fleeting thoughts
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
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 