Les secondes sans destination
Est-ce que tu resterais quelques instants immobile, à regarder cette ombre sans chercher à comprendre? Tu te donnerais combien de temps?

Est-ce que tu resterais quelques instants immobile, à regarder cette ombre sans chercher à comprendre? Tu te donnerais combien de temps?

Tom Waits, Beirut, Andrew Bird, Communist Daughter, Peter Hammill, Camille O’Sullivan, Coming Soon, Gil Scott-Heron…
Now it seems that the flood of information claims all of my ability to focus, to experience, to perceive and to care.
What kind of photoshoot should we do? Screw that, let’s just do it and improvise; we’ll see how it goes.

Here’s what’s going to happen.
Like every person who took literature classes in college, I have entertained the feeble dream of writing a novel someday. Guess what? I don’t think I’ll ever do it. Here’s why.
Each of our spheres quietly adrift in a world of sky and pastel blue.
And even though you could still read the sentence, the two sets of feelings didn’t quite match and their meaning was a blur.