Passe-moi un sac-poubelle, je soufflerai sur ta chandelle. Autoasphyxie, autodérision — toutes les choses qu’ont fait si on est seul, mais qu’on veut sentir quand même. T’as des bougies chez toi, mais guère d’invités. J’ai d’invités chez moi, mais voudrais bien qu’ils bougent chez toi. Humilité, sacrifice, et la douleur : exquisité. Qu’en fais-je ensuite ? fais-tu comme […]Read more "Une lente émancipation"
Whatever horror may bring, we must continue to sing. We must continue to dance, joke, laugh, enjoy spring. We must never budge, must never smudge our sense of freedom with the idea of fear. We must never succumb to this ill-conceived worldview some try to propagate where love suddenly does not trump hatred anymore, where there […]Read more "Life (a eulogy)"
If I want to succeed, I might as well If I want to move forward, I might as well I might as well draw from that well This infinite source of joviality I might as well focus on just this thing Just this moment, a justice fling Justice for that part of me Which seeks happiness […]Read more "Might as well"
And then there was silence… After all the colour, the brass, the beads, the beers and the cheers: just silence. It is but in a crowd, surrounded by joy, laughter and what outsiders might mistakenly see as companionship that I feel truly lonely. It is as though the exuberance of the world outside drained the world […]Read more "And then there was silence…"
It is not enough anymore to cynically comment on the demise of political discourse in the United States and Europe, it is not enough anymore to belittle those we deem so arrogantly to be of inferior intellectual capacity. A democracy can only function if the public is well informed and it can only function in the […]Read more "On the current state of politics"
I want to write, so why don’t I? I want to take a walk in the city, take some photographs, print them out in black and white and contemplate the beauty that results from the interaction of man and nature, so why don’t I? I complicate, I renegade, I come up with strings of halfhearted arguments […]Read more "I want to…"
As a new year begins, one fumbles to discover a new me. New passions, new routines, new people to surround oneself with, new favorite shows, new favorite books, etc. In this constant struggle of trying to reconcile a vague idea of what is perpetual about oneself with a vague idea of what one’s future self […]Read more "A current led astray"