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can’t imagine what it would be like to be together without having children in front of you, it just sounds like a big blank. What are you going to do, travel? To see what? What would you be moving toward? What else would you be living for? Sex? Companionship? Being? Without the forward straining wh…

Walking downhill from the métro I encounter two more signs:

STOP FÉMINICIDE

NOUS SOMMES

LA VOIX DE

CELLES QUI N’EN ONT PLUS

I realise I have recently seen someone on the métro reading a copy of Le Parisien, with a headline about how many women have been murdered this past year, and h…

Today Clémentine is wearing blue eyeliner today she’s wearing pink lipstick today her nails are painted today they’re not today she’s wearing lace tomorrow leather and then a massive hooded sweatshirt. I can’t pin her down, she is simply, and thoroughly, herself. I see her pretty much every day now…

Near the Lacan books I spot Max’s and take it down, remembering vividly the nights I spent underlining it, copying out passages to get them into my body. His book changed so much for me, it helped me understand Lacan to begin with, and I don’t think it’s an overstatement to say that it saved my lif…

The light in August brings the street together. When the sky goes deep blue, earlier than it has been, you can either turn on the light, and decide it’s evening, or sit a while longer, watching everyone else turn on theirs, creating orange pools in the dusk spill. The light recedes from the street,…