First Comes Sadness

Paris est la ville de l’amour. Paris *était la ville de l’amour. Au début, elle vous invite, bras ouvert. Plus tard, elle vous jette, comme la poubelle. Déprimé, fatigué, blessé, et effrayé, vous êtes seul parterre. Mais il faut choisir: rester ou voler?   Where are you, dearest sweetest kindred spirit of mine? Où es-tu, … Continue reading First Comes Sadness

Journey Update: To Quit or Not to Quit

Il faut toujours viser la lune, car même en cas d’échec, on atterrit dans les étoiles. ~Oscar Wilde (Always aim for the moon, then even if you fail, you’ll be among the stars.) To QUIT: It's a simple four-letter word that causes us an insane amount of distress, not to mention, disapproval from our mothers … Continue reading Journey Update: To Quit or Not to Quit

Journey Update: Three Days. Three People. Three Hundred Boxes.

It’s 3-o’clock in the morning and you can’t sleep. You lie awake in bed and absentmindedly listen to the late-night traffic outside. You hear a garbage truck and a few transport trucks drive by. You think to yourself, “Wow! It must be difficult being a garbage man or truck driver; having to be working at … Continue reading Journey Update: Three Days. Three People. Three Hundred Boxes.