inspired by Paul Ricoeur’s “Temps et récit”

“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.”

― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

DECEMBER 31, 2020


“When we read a story, we inhabit it. The covers of the book are like a roof and four walls. What is to happen next will take place within the four walls of the story. And this is possible because the story’s voice makes everything its own.”

― John Berger, Keeping a Rendezvous

reconstructed feb 7, 2021

[la] solitude

“The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself”

― Friedrich Nietzsche

à lille, november, 2020


“The painter constructs, the photographer discloses.”

à lille, january, 2021

― Susan Sontag


“Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead. The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and a richness to life that nothing else can bring.”

à lille, MARCH, 2021

― Oscar Wilde

new home./ france/ temporary (maybe) since sept. / 20.

bienvenue à lille

“Welsh traditionnel à la bière brune”

Ch’nord/ Hauts-de-France

vieille bourse

“And normally he doesn’t know it.”


( N. ) finely ground powder of specially grown and processed green tea leaves, traditionally consumed in East Asia

avant 22h

Vieux Lille on a rainy day


to my friend Nasira and her favourite leftover from her beloved grandma,

le père noël

Nov 23 -27. 2020


Tourcoing, Jan, 2021


en France / à Lille / 59000 / 59160 / Lomme


at Palais des Beaux Arts de Lille, Place de la République


What do you think?

Le récit

(N., masculin) a narrative, can be a work of poetry or prose, or even song, theater, or dance,


“The secret of happiness is variety, but the secret of variety, like the secret of all spices, is knowing when to use it,” Daniel Gilbert


“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again” 

Alright now/ sur les chemins de la bohême.