One Of The Agonies Of Being An

We Used To Send Whole Flocks Of Birds Shooting Out Of Our Mouths And Never Managed To Grab Them By Their Wings.

It Was A Clear, Starry Night, Dead Calm. Whenever I See A Sky Like That, I Wish I Could Write Music

Some People Give Theirselves A Certain Number Of White Weeks Once In A Year, When They Do Not Drink A Single Drop Of Alcohol. It Is Really Wise. I Myself Have A Few Weeks Per Year, Let Us Call Them White Or Black, When I Am Not Interested In The World Around. When I Come Back From This Isolation Of The News, I Realize That I Have Missed Nothing Significant. We Live In The Rain Of Disinformation And Rumors, Where The Truth Is A Very Small Number. In Those Weeks Of Dissociation I Seek For Knowledge That Lies Within Me.

I Can Still Remember. I Was Ill, And I Was Seven, And My Father Didn't Want Me To Just Read Children's Books. He Came With Conan Doyle. I Tried, And I Liked It. I Think The First I Read Was 'the Sign Of The Four'; 'study In Scarlet' Was The Next One. Then I Guess I Stayed Home A Few Extra Days From School To Read.

You Think You Know Everything About A Person, But The Truth Often Comes As A Surprise.