My Philosophy
When the imagination sleeps, words are emptied of their meaning: a deaf population absent-mindedly registers the condemnation of a man.
...it’s wrong what they say about the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out. Looking back now, I realize I have been peeking into that deserted alley for the last twenty-six years.
Ne jamais aller a Paris. Surtout si vous etes dans l'amour.