Saturday, October 29, 2011

My world

My world begins with the leisurely concentration of a woman selecting a belt to go with her dress…There, there everything strikes one by its bewitching evidence, by the simplicity of perfect good; there everything pleases one’s soul, everything is filled with the kind of fun that children know; there shines the mirror that now and then sends a chance reflection here.

Note: expressions taken from Vladimir Nabokov's *Invitation to a beheading*

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

l'histoire d'un drapeau

Like ideas, when they are floating around, and an orchestrator shows up in your mind. The savvy orcherstrator, aware of the rules of Language, puts some aside and connects the rest. Just like that, last night I thought of my country's flag