Hello you, At the time this is being written I'm probably sitting somewhere in a coffee shop sipping coffee with milk and truly hoping that you will enjoy...
Arles is discrete, paved, narrow, colourful and burning hot in summer. A girl is walking on the streets in a yellow dress. It's morning. You're walking from paving stone to paving stone. The streets smell of orange blossom. The branches of the fig trees are heavy with fruits. You fill your lungs with the heady scents of jasmine and wisteria. When the sweat will start dripping on your shirt, you'll…
Dear friend, It’s way too late for me to be writing this, so you’ll have to excuse the bad handwriting. How are you? I find myself talking to a lot of people these days, meeting new friends, while failing sometimes to answer this very question. We are so easily swallowed up by things, that seem bigger than us but are not, and very deep, true conversations are rare and precious. But hey, how are…
The big square white house where my grandmother was born is where she lived, and it is also where we would spend most of each summer as kids, playing with our siblings, and sometimes, cousins. It's always been one of my favorite places in the world, because of my grandparents, maybe also because of the absence of pollution and the countryside. Maybe also because of the ducks. When you enter the…
For as long as I have known how to write and how to read, I've always loved doing both. I remember learning how to write cursive with a calligraphy book that I got for my birthday. I was drawing curves in between lines, pages of As, Bs, Cs, small ones, big ones, Roman ones. Having a very long first name, I wrote it everywhere, with precision, small, big, with every letter as a fancy capital letter…
This impression is staying on my skin like ink stays on the stamp after the paper has already been stamped. It’s as if every step has already been had. Every smile has been smiled. Every breath has been breathed. Every corner has been explored. One unique place holds on so much memories that it is starting to feel crowded, like this one subway line at 6:38 at night when you come back from work. I…