In my bubbles — 2012/12/28

Last night, the body still in the water, creating nebulae with soap bubbles. I didn't see the storm pass by that I couldn't get through the walls. The house this morning is silent like a church in which no one prays anymore.


Slow motion — 2012/02/16

The weather is unusually mild in Montreal. All in all, winter has no hold on the city's oily asphalt, which nevertheless continues to run its course.