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
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
I reach Philadelphia that, in some ways, feels more like a town than a city, compared to other big American places. The bus trip offers me a long and deserved nap, a lay over in New-York that doesn’t make me want to come back and a beautiful sunset in New Jersey. I thus arrive Saturday … More It's always sunny in Philadelphia
I board on the train and I instantly fall asleep as I go further East. My night is going along Great Lakes reflected in the dark and the dawn. Thus, I awake in Lake Erie’s blue, it is incredibly quick but awfully beautiful in the morning light. Lake Ontario is further, unreachable; then I start … More Freedom, I write your name…
As I am leaving the Grand Canyon, I challenge the night in a blind and known scenery. Indian cabins are invisible on the road, absent dream catchers stalls flying in summer wind, American road trip folklore. And my early sleep dances with my fatigue, hung and blown with the stars. My next morning is therefore … More Blended Colors
A few miles after Montana sign, a traveling thought walks into my mind. I get a glimpse at a couple, smoking their morning cigarette on the sidewalk, going I don’t know where, maybe like an early bird ritual. I am stricken by this fleeting moment when our paths cross without a look. I am only … More A beautiful nothing
Helped by my earplugs and my organized layers, I sleep sound and safe like a winter flower. It is a new day, Seattle is behind me, new adventures are awaiting for me in Cœur d’Alène (ID). And as I am ridding the same dry road than two years ago on our way to Oregon, I … More Fragile wandering
The making of this awful bargain is a matter of enormous and meaningful paradox. Even though choosing poorly could be seen as a pathologically self-destructive act, it far more often turns into a watershed event that brings vast opportunity to redevelop the power of the instinctive nature. In this respect, though there is loss and … More Like a Seattle donuts
What a weird day! What a scary day…!So many useless comes and goes, so much repeated Port Mann Bridge crossing, when the border is not that close. Because before crossing it, I need my return ticket. Because before crossing it, I need a word from mum. Then, in between Stapples ink, in between Canadian Tire wellies, I … More Trans-Frontier
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 