bonne année


In life we create these moments that we believe matter, marking the date, we celebrate, thinking that it will always be of some importance to us. We don’t think of what lies ahead, how life’s assurance to us is always going to be to change our course, and all of a sudden that moment, now holds far less value. All the sentiments surrounding the moment no longer exist.  The value of the date, the celebration, has no role anymore, and a vacant space is created, for a new story perhaps, or perhaps for no story at all. The date, becomes as it was before, and quietly you wonder to yourself why in a world where nothing is permanent or absolute, do we still insist on signifying such moments in the first place. In hindsight, it would seem for this particular moment a certain naivety had taken precedence over, her much higher wisdom.

burn,burn,burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles….



” because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who

are mad to live, mad to talk,mad to be saved,desirous of

everything at the same time,the ones that never yawn or say a

commonplace thing, but burn,burn,burn like fabulous yellow roman

candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle

you see the blue centre light pop and everybody goes”Awww!