A comment from a fellow Tweep triggered in me the need to talk about the opening monologue in the first volume of the Manicheans. Time. I wrote this monologue without knowing I would write a entire series dedicated to the world of pain, my world of pain, The Manicheans. It was a little over a year…
My head was always full of dreams, since I can remember. I grew wanting out of the country where I was born because I felt different, and just never really belonged there in the first place. The language, the culture, all the traditions and the customs were never mine. I just did not like it…
I was listening to “Angels” by the matchless Robbie Williams this morning on my commute. I sit and wait does an angel contemplate my fate and do they know the places where we go when we´re grey and old ´cos I´ve been told that salvation lets their wings unfold so when I’m lying in my…
She gifted me with her presence. She sometimes gets mad when I don’t take care of her as she deserves, but she always forgives my lack of attention when she realizes she still is the first in my thoughts. Yesterday, I gave a tribute to her, a piece that will last as long as I…
So today is July 14. I’ve celebrated July 4 since I moved to New York, but I’ve celebrated July 14 since I was a child. I remember getting up early on that holiday to watch documentaries on the French military, including the Foreign Legion, and was even a little obsessed with joining the army until…
This is a thank you to friends who are far away but who feel so close to me that they became a part of my life, and I don’t know what I would do if they weren’t there for me like they are. They talk to me, they support me, they cheer me up when…
So I wake up. It’s not raining but I feel exactly like the main character in my short story “Commute”. I’m burnt out. I can’t find the energy to just let go of all this pressure, and I’m slowly being eaten by it. It’s a strange feeling very familiar to me; it happens every once…
I woke up this morning with a strange feeling. I didn’t want to be here anymore, and I just missed home terribly. It suddenly came to me that nothing really mattered, and that I had to find a new place to live. This city makes me sick. I lost everything that made me come here…
Here are some pics I took from the 4th of July fireworks over the Hudson River. Enjoy! This is the view we had from the rooftop of the building where a friend’s apartment is. Nice, right?
It’s exciting. I feel that better times have come, and yet, I can’t really tell whether I’m completely out of the hole. I tend to oversell a lot of my feelings, pretending that things are alright when they’re actually not. I don’t want to show my weaknesses to the world, it’s a matter of pride…
The Manicheans 