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…
I felt lazy today. I had the best intentions to work on my novel, but my lazy sleepy cats looked so cute doing nothing, I decided not to do anything myself. When guilt finally took me over, I gave a peek at my novel…. to no avail. Inspiration was dead. Maybe it went on a…
Here I am, weeping about old memories of my cat, that I lost 13 years ago. I’m such a ball of mixed feelings and emotions right now. I just keep crying, and I can’t even understand why. Nobody hurt me and I didn’t think of ugly stuff that happened in my past so why am…
I feel like a lunatic right now. I was almost weeping on the bus home, ready to break the dam and openly cry because I read this story about this man, Lesism, who reminisced losing his cat thirteen years ago. The story was so poignant that I could not help myself but reminisce about the…
Where I come from, we don’t use xoxoxoxo to express our affection when we send a message. We just write “kiss” not even “hugs”, because the French don’t really hug that much. They just kiss a lot. Maybe that’s why it’s called a “French” kiss. Anyhow, I was wondering what xoxoxox meant at a deeper…
The Manicheans 