Archives d’auteur : Stina

It is my last two days in Paris, the sun is shining, what shall I do before meeting A— at five near Gate de l’Est? I am a bit anxious about meeting her. I have dropped in on some friends … Lire la suite →

Le jour de l’an, 2017 No meat, no milk, no eggs. Daily meditation, exercise and water. Lots of water. Lots of breathing, C——–. No more rage. Oh, just let it go, let it all go! Be kind. Be silent. Smile. … Lire la suite →

Le réveillon I awake at six, how splendidly spoiled it feels to nuzzle into the last dusty corners of sleepiness, bundled in big blankets, able to choose more sleep, no alarms, no appointments. After ten, I rise, I shower, I … Lire la suite →

Le 30 décembre I was still awake last night when the fog arrived, thick, heavy, low. Like a cashmere blanket, this morning it hovers still. The roofs are powdered with melancholy, the streets are dusty with introspection. I drink my … Lire la suite →

Le 29 décembre I think the neighbours are drug dealers. They never work, they are always up very late, they are home all day. I am standing in front of that big, white wheel they’ve installed between the Jeu de … Lire la suite →

Le 28 décembre A dispute in the night between the neighbours wakes me at 3:30am. Actually, it’s perfect, my normal rising time. But there is no need nor desire to rise this early here where the sun only rises at … Lire la suite →

Le 27 décembre The fact of the matter is that it has become so familiar here it barely feels like I’ve gone anywhere. The fact of the matter is that even though it is much milder here, it is still … Lire la suite →