Solitude(s)
This is the last time I will see him. It’s not a hunch or a hypothesis. I just know it. He walks briskly, chest out, fists clenched in the pockets of a crisp Levis. His eyes rub the pavement. He rushes down the rue de Lutèce and is soon swallowed up by the Guymer metro station. He hasn’t looked back once since he ditched…
Potential
I am still only a tiny bubble hidden at the bottom of a moss carpet. As modest as I am, I still feel like the whole world. I have potential as they say. It’s been tickling all around for a while now. It’s not unpleasant, but it’s unusual. It makes all my senses alert. Suddenly, it tickles a little harder, but only in one…
Comfort zone
I’ve been battling anxiety for two years now (well, many years actually, but the last two have been tough). A few months ago, after a period of unbearable distress, I was about to do a ‘bad thing’ when I said to myself: « OK, life sucks, but what about this? Or you quit now, or you try to do something you always wanted to do…