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mercredi à arpège
01–12–21
These white truffles cost me a goddamn fortune. 
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paris

it will always stop raining
31–10–21
There is only way to walk, with your head up, your shoulders strong, like you are exactly where you are supposed to be.
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paris

wrapped
26–09–21
I wasn’t expecting to cry.

I laid a stake in theses cobbled streets the way an astronaut plants a flag on the moon.

Look at you Sarah, look at how you’ve grown: thick-skinned, silver tinsel in your hair, money just numbers floating in the air. 

A temporary installation.
A temporary summer.
A temporary life. 
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poetry, paris, portraits

foiled first encounters
08-07-21
“Then why do you write?”

I write because I am very clumsy when I speak... as these encounters increasingly reveal.

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paris, portraits

m(a)y thoughts
05-21
05-19

And yet - there’s something so twisted and cynical about the American identity that I could never accept these bon appétit’s at face value, as a celebration of food for the love of food. Rather, I always interpreted these bon appétit’s directed at me on a park bench as code for, “You should be sitting at a table, you idiot.”

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paris, france, america




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