I have browsed amongst the books on my bookshelf to select one I had not read yet, and ended up picking one that sat there for years: Lolita by Nabokov. I had watched the movie when I was a kid, and after scrolling through other, more tempting titles, I decided this was appropriate for theContinue reading “Such a perfect day”
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Being nothing
There might be hundreds of worse jobs out there, but being an actor has a cruel, confronting element to it that always made me see it with a bit of pity. Imagine auditioning for the one who’ll be, more or less explicitly, the ugly and undesirable friend in the movie. Imagine how Harry Dean StantonContinue reading “Being nothing”
The curse of greatness
I have for part of my life dreamt of fame — I was a teenager, mentally not doing great, and thought rockstars were the coolest thing you could be. If born and raised in some other place than one where alcohol and promiscuity were the main occupation of people that age, I might have channeledContinue reading “The curse of greatness”
I lost my train of thought
Keep the feet on parallel tracks, I’ve heard yoga teachers say to help with balance in poses like lunges or allow more dignity to our legs in warrior one. Parallel tracks make movements consistent: one line, two directions. I can do that with my thoughts: let them move forward, from cause to consequence, or moveContinue reading “I lost my train of thought”
What my logo “means”
While not necessarily being a DIY person, I am very much of a DIY professional. I learned how to make a basic website, I asked for no advice for the logo, the name, my presence on social media. I have patiently drawn on my iPad to craft a title for my workshop, I have takenContinue reading “What my logo “means””
A room full of mirrors
It’s hard to meet someone more selfish than a person who suffers. Pain — a certain kind of pain — can transform us in the blindest to others, dressing every event around us as a personal attack, and everyone else as an enemy who’s there to hurt us. This explains (without excusing) the worst thingsContinue reading “A room full of mirrors”
Dot dot dot
December asks few words and gives even less. It’s cheap with images, thrifty with sounds, neutral in smells. I’m inhabited by a sense of quiet wait, patient suspension. Things will have time to happen, and underneath everything there’s an invisible fertility that has just slowed down but never stopped. If you pay close attention, youContinue reading “Dot dot dot”
Hello darkness, my estranged friend
There’s a reason why it’s so hard for a politician to tell their potential electors they will tax people more. Those people will probably not vote for them.Similarly, it’s hard for a psychologist to say that therapy doesn’t always make you feel better immediately and that it takes long to get deep inside yourself andContinue reading “Hello darkness, my estranged friend”
Too fast to go anywhere
I always enjoyed trains. What seems now to be treated as a meme of neurodivergence is actually not an uncommon trait.Ask around, and many people will tell you they find trains relaxing or soothing in some intangible way. With due exceptions, like crowdedness or Italian delays, there is some comfort in moving while being still.Continue reading “Too fast to go anywhere”
Eyes on the goal and away from you
The person who really knows what they want has a good reputation in our society. Assertive, voracious, desiring and desirable. “She really knows what she wants”, similar to “he’s a self made man”. Almost a mythological creature.Raised by wolves or aliens, the person who knows what she wants is usually a doer. She sees, sheContinue reading “Eyes on the goal and away from you”
Empatherapy 