I dreamt of him — 2017/06/23

I dreamt about him. He stood next to me, I couldn’t see his face, but I could observe his hair, guess the strength of his blood through the pulsating vein on his neck.


The swell of the past — 2013/01/12

My mother sent me three unexpected photos this week, sent by her brother, Serge. The three photos create a short snapshot of a joyful moment. We see my parents in their forties.