
I’m so starved for human touch, even coat hooks appear to be offering a hug.
Chroniques de l'ordinaire et Mésaventures en procrastination
I’m so starved for human touch, even coat hooks appear to be offering a hug.
Jugement du village
enfermant les cœurs en cage;
violence invisible.
Small towns, trapping hearts
in their judgemental cages;
violence unseen.
I asked my friend Valérie what she would do if she had a little time. She said: “I would start a BLOG”.
I think that’s insane. The word “blog” sounds like a worm from outer space.