July 31, 2012


Éloa, des nuages, tombera sur ma montagne de feu.
Mes remords m'emporteront avec ses larmes vaporisées,
Car je sais qu'elle s'embrasera d'hauteurs vertigineuses,
Car, Ô père indigne, c'est vous qui m'avez baptisé. 

April 29, 2011

2 Bulmers

Beethoven's 5th Symphony resonates loudly in this dark room. The lights have burned out, the night has fallen. Today, a prince and a commoner have gotten married. While this happened I was sleeping and doing the laundry. Now what do I want to do? Hangout with a bunch of Aussies... but what if they get tired from work and want me to leave?


February 11, 2011

Another Walk

I was just walking on Thames enjoying myself. I’ve just arrived at the Tower of London to sit down and write a few thoughts.
I’m finding that some things make me happy and others don’t. That’s fairly simple. I realize that I am a unique human being, that my needs are quite my own and that if they are not like anybody elses… there’s nothing wrong. What if I would rather walk around at night without a worry? Do that instead of try my hardest to make friends in pubs. What if I rather meet people, smile, chat, and leave it at that, instead of try to make them my friends. I’d rather if friendships snuck up on me. I’m not saying I’d rather stop going to events, stop seeing people, stop going out, but don’t go out if you’re not up for it! I don’t have to be up for it the way many travellers are up for practically anything.

I’d love to meet someone who’d enjoy taking walks like these, and laughing. I don’t know where or how. I will meet some though, it’s not like I’ve got to meet everyone now. There is no pressure and that is a comfortable thought.
Anyways it’s late, the tube closes soon, my computer is going to die [/save] so I bid you good night. I love you. Thank you for reading. Enjoy life as I do, in strange ways.

Maybe I Sigh

But it's not so bad.

C'est que y'a comme une langue Québécoise qui me manque.

February 8, 2011

I Have Work to Do

Getting hopped up. Over thinking. The rationalities of living in the city. Of trying to survive. I’ve got a job now. So I feel less alien. I’ve decided to let go as well. Let go of the one I love. No. Let go of trying to love. Let go of trying to try. Let go of trying to let go. I’ll only heal, I’ll only stop going in circles, whence I learn to let go. No stupid distractions. Unless they make mon Bonheur.

Dear Love, talking about you feels stupid.

Follow your heart sounds cliché.

Mine is a cautionary tale.

I can’t write passion.

I have passion.

Oh God…

By the way, this is me at work (At the Old Red Lion) :)

And this is what I see out of the window (High Holborn Street)!

January 30, 2011

Where will it all Lead Me?

Another day, another park, another lamp post. Speaking of post, that’s what the office I was looking for specializes in.

I’m glad I’ve found this park. Green Park. But honestly, it’s been 3 days I want to send out these postcards and I don’t know where to go. Perhaps I’ll go and say it, despite my pride, but here I go… googlemaps and London are

a pair made in Hell. They just create more confusion together. I’m going to keep using googlemaps but I can expect to get lost numerous more times. I’m not really lost though. I know how to get back home with ease, I just can’t find that damned post office.

This weekend has been a very slow yet very satisfying one. The hostel I’m staying in, the Phoenix, is so far from the corporate, businessy, traveller-mongering hostel that Generator was for instance. If it wasn’t for this bloody dry cough I’d actually sleep really well at night. It’s kind of dirty and all, but it’s homely, I like it. It lacks pretention which is nice. It’s in a nice pub-like place. The people are nice. Anyways…

If I don’t find a place to live any time soon I’ll probably book more nights there. I’ve only got one more night, then it’s Monday and I’m on the streets again. It’s getting easier on me though. At the same time, I get this impression that the things I miss back home, the people I love, my idol, are all starting to drift away… forever!

It’s not as scary as it is unwanted. I just don’t want that to happen. But what if better things await here? Should I let go and forget everyone and live here to the fullest, get attached, change my life’s purpose? Should I at least try?

I’m sticking around that’s for sure but I think I would like to keep a foot back home. I don’t think I will be able to call this place home. When I will talk of ‘home’ I will always refer to my homeland. When I’ll come back, I probably won’t be living with Mum and Dad anymore… so that can’t be home anymore, but being near them is home enough. I am ready to start my own life. But must it be here? I’m happy here, but not as a resident, more as a visitor, a friend, a great friend, a friend that sleeps over, that gives gifts, that writes songs to, but that must obviously head back home and take care of what he has over there.

What will home turn into? Will it transform through time? Will I even notice? Only in hindsight. Will I read this one day and realize that I

was wrong, that home could be somewhere else? Will I fall in love, something unforeseen, much stronger than what I feel now?

Again. I’m happy though. I’m not settling for less than what makes me happy. So I’m keeping a foot back ‘home’.