Metro line 9 from Pont de Sevres, passing Ranelagh station at 11:25 PM. No one gets on or off at Ranelagh, it’s deserted, like a ghost western-town before a John Wayne shoot-out. It looks yellow under the lights, and as we start moving away, I notice a tall, old black man, sitting cross-legged on the… Continue reading dry shaving – state of grace
One good thing about living in this area is that it seems to be an easy and willing destination for your close ones. Since being here, I’ve already had five visitors and am expecting three more in the next ten days…so I don’t really feel abandoned… Granted, they come for the sites and not necessarily… Continue reading Paris-dise
Do you ever feel like you want to break free from your life, your body, gravity? Break this shell, and just soar? That’s what ties me to writing in moments when I write what I feel, when it spills out of me to just express itself. It’s why art is so important, because it communicates,… Continue reading moments of beauty
I bury my head deep inside my leftist newspaper, “Libéraction” or “Libé” for short, or inside my balanced, or rather center-right “Le Monde”, or my extremist denunciating, conspiracy-filled satirical newspaper, the one that tells me what “people” try to hide, and that goes by a name I particularly favor, “The Chained Duck.” I read my papers, fingers steadily… Continue reading the sexy midnight bus
On one side of the House is a cedar-panelled room, and I rose from my knees after prayers, after paying my respects and walked over to the window where the Old City of hundred years ago still stood. Teenagers lethargic, and a rubbish-filled fountain with no water. I looked out onto the view that would… Continue reading Pilgrimage.
The edge of understanding is simply dizzying. That moment, at which you start to understand something, when the veil is being lifted from something that previously was either confusing or simply unknown, is the very moment that you step over that edge, that precipice and fall faster. Into understanding, but at the same time, into… Continue reading Gefilte fish and lust
They are tidal waves that cover me over, and erase the scars of yesterday, smooth again for a new day’s footprints. I am the beach of my own sea. The day is ended and all is quiet and I can finally talk to myself, after a whole humming day of thoughts scurrying into the dark… Continue reading soliloquy