04/03/2023 – « Never a frown, with golden brown »
You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence? If I were to write my autobiography, The Strangler’s « Golden Brown » sweet refrain would immediately come to my mind as an opening sentence. I am of Mediterranean Spanish decent and my skin turns golden in the summer. My dad’s all year. We never argue, and I never […]
03/03/2023 – On owning books (or not)
I should be sleeping instead of sitting on the toilet writing this but, reflecting on how satisfying today’s date is and given it’s 3am, I am really glad I didn’t listen to reasonable me (for now). I was thinking about something. Well, I was reading a book (Autumn by Ali Smith, which is a really good […]
01/08/2023 / 02/08/2023 – Vomir dans le Thalys Paris-Belgique / Chez moi on parle Néerlandais
J’ai la tête vide. Quand je dis ça, vous pensez à un grand carré blanc où à un grand carré noir ? C’est comme l’analogie du verre, sauf que le mien est tout le temps noir. C’est vide de plein. Trop plein. Mais parfois ça déborde pas, alors toutes les interactions extérieures ricochent comme d’autant […]
De laatste weg
There were no more step to take She wished she had thought about it sooner She would have taken more of them, she thought There were no last breath to take
My mother’s daughter
It’s hard, being born a daughter!Sometimes I want to resent my mother,But deep down,I wish she had someome to protect herFrom everything she’s been through,The things, we didn’t talk through,No one should live this, though. When I was younger I thought:« I’ll never be this bitter »I didn’t even know what it meant then I picked that […]