Lost in thought
She didn’t remember that grove of trees. Which, you are quite right, is ridiculous. How can a grove of trees look any different than another grove of trees? She wasn’t sure.
7. Fiction
Welcome to England: Kindly supply your own warmth
Nobody ever goes to England for the warmth.
I brought mine with me. And so did she.
I came from Montréal, she from Brazil. I don’t remember her name. Only how she
Independence: Or why hot dogs don't matter
Independence means happiness and hotdogs and fireworks.
Not to me, it doesn’t.
Independence requires freedom. And I am not free, my love.
I am angry. I am a prisoner of my anger.
Rendre folks super confortables
(Artist/artiste: R. Robson)
You’re not supposed to look at your phone when you cross a big downtown street, but you know how it is and please don’t judge me. L’
La burning soupe
(Artist/artiste: Catherine Robson)
Once the skin on your chest stretches away from your body like mozzarella on a grotesque version of human pizza, it’s too late.
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