Rambling through

He is a rambling poet tangerine cat posing in the window across the street as he continues éloge in the quarry no tissues to spare for the farewell Mesdames et messieurs! Ladies and gentlemen! Our dear friend Maisy challenged us to a photo chase of three words. We did it and then we thought “why…

Words from yesterday

Yesterday, I tore up the map of NYC. It was staring me from the blank wall and it was too many thoughts. Past and present.  And the future is always an illusion. NYC is no place to go back to. I tore up the map into pieces, so small I cannot put the streets together….

This woman.

A little past 11:30pm on 31st of December, I was still wide awake thanks to crazy family. I had a few thoughts to jot down: This is no new year. A woman was put on trial for terrorism when her only act was to be an activist for women in her own country. She and…

The Quarantine Journal

I had words in my headthis morning,waking up. But I lost them now.Weekdays are better for walking. But still. Whyis the way? What is a quarantine with shops open and too many people out? What’s this game of mouse and cat where even the cat can’t anymore. Because it’s a game. It is aninsult.How dare…

This is not a social media guide…

Remember our piece on the infamous “car scans”? Well, we recently were in contact with that same individual and let’s just say that they have NOT got over neither the professionalism displayed nor the logic behind our analysis. Deal with the pressure. Deal with the bad vibes as they say. All in all, the inspiration…