We're creating memories for another life.

Sunny afternoon.
We were having drinks with friends over an outdoor wood bench table.
You were in your black suit next to me. And I can still feel you when I woke up.

Off the page. Change the player.

Make sure to see the ugliest picture to remind the truth.

My ascendant, my moon, my rhetoric sun.

You don't exist or it's me?

We're All Playing In The Same Band.
- Bert Sommer (1969 Woodstock)

if life is a vacation to spend with your loved ones ...

possessed by obsession.

It's there. But not yet.

Je me suis largué comme un lardon.

The thing is that we're all slightly unbalanced one way or the other. But those who learned to hide under the sheep skins are not human.

It's not because I can. It's because I want.

New York is nothing but solutions.