“Can you imagine how I felt after? If you can’t, just take my word for it: I felt ah-mazingly inspired! So inspired that I decided to skip the train and walk home instead. Bloody google map told me to follow a straight line for less than two miles and I took its word for it. Little did I know what it meant by a straight line was a long dark alleyway parallel to the railway…” (En Savoir plus)
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Cigarettes after sex after a run
“Many times, all I need to do is remember the feeling I get from the aftermath: it’s always—I mean always, good…” (En Savoir Plus)
It’s been three days….
“It’s been three days since Le Festin Nu, since Katie; I have been busy with one translation deadline after another, mild social events like sports day et cetera, and busy driving around for my duties already. In fact, driving is probably my chance to relax since I got back in the English countryside – ‘tis true!” (En savoir plus)
Parce que Paris sera toujours Paris
“But Paris is a reverse universe to me; when I fall apart here it usually means I will find magic soon. We’ll see, because there is no rain tonight …” En savoir plus
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Closure and ouverture
“I guess life is like learning to swim and then swimming across the ocean, you should die in the middle of trying to go further, and further.
And further…” En savoir plus
L’after
“That moon, I don’t normally look up but that night I saw it clearly with my whole being, shivering inside from the existential split between the chaotic carpe diem and my innate principal of order and harmony….” En savoir plus
A skint Parisian and La Coupole
“It is now 1659 and most of the customers have finished their long lunch and left. So everyone, the gentlemen in bowties, comes and say hello to me. I ask why aren’t there paintings anymore on the walls. They say “mais vous êtes le tableau !” Ah, where ever is Picasso when I need him!” … En savoir plus
Je me déguise et je me cache
“In Paris, being alone has become a privilege and staying home is a luxury I cannot always afford. I know it is important to be in touch with the world and keep expanding my connections, but every soul needs some time on its own…” En savoir plus
J’aimerais être seule
“But I never succeed at making something light, let alone plain. Instead, I made serious, sophisticated soup with various spices and ingredients, just like my mother did. It does let me down a bit…” En savoir plus
The magic of Paris
“The whole time I kept saying to these gentlemen how grateful I was to meet them by total chance, and they kept saying it was them who were so grateful. They also said, upon my lines: now we see you, little girl!…” En savoir plus
Paris and I
“Paris, this is a hard time for me to share anything with you as I feel so much less fabulous than only a few days ago. I have a fever and I have to shut all my apartment windows while writing this, keeping you out there in the summer cold…” En savoir plus
Imagined Paris 