“Perhaps it is wrong to speak of oneself while writing of another, but I truly wonder if I would have become as I am without her… My Albertine, how I adored her!”
On a fresh, March morning, the mist of dawn still hangs low in the air…
Lockdown angst, expressed through the medium of (slightly self-indulgent) collage and poetry.
It is time. There is no escape. The finale.
Now we must follow the path of another…. Part III.
The Tale continues… Part II : The Boy
This is the story of a boy, of a village, and of the sea. And in the beginning, it was she who howled the loudest… Listen to part one of Call Me When You Get There.
What do you do when the impossible happens? When that age-old proverb that ‘no-one really changes’ comes back, wagging it’s tail, to bite you on the ass?
Enfin, la deuxième série………….RSVP: Agnes et Will sont hereux de vous inviter à leur mariage le 4 avril à l’Eglise Elvis (Las Vegas, USA)
Ceci est une histoire bizarre et tragique qui nous ramène au 13ème siècle, au sud de la France. Le temps de La Virtu. Et la croisade idéologique contre eux.