[Chocolate eclairs, almost like Fauchon’s] When trees are shaped like hearts; and breakfast means just-brewed coffee slash bike ride slash jonchée eaten as soon as I’ve taken my gum boots off. And… Read more.
I started collecting objects, to make up for memories I forgot. A blue pool ball, a broken cigarette, a plastic table number. I read words. Most of the time, at night. Yes,… Read more.