Searching from

The other day, it occurred to me that maybe I’m not searching for, but ‘searching from’. I wonder if a search is not a flight. If it is not a statement, a recognition that I don’t want to be ‘here’. A void, silent and permanent. I wonder, once again, if a search is not an…

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The mark of Cain

I finished Demian (Hermann Hesse) last week. Once again, it felt like leaving some of my best friends behind, those friends who do not exist but are alive in me. I was somewhat reluctant to reread this book, which had made such an impression on me when I was young, so many years ago. But,…

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Song to the siren

Many years ago, I heard a song in a commercial and I immediately fell in love with it. I still remember it was a commercial about “Noa, the perfect perfume”, quite beautiful, actually. It made such an impression on me that I summoned the courage to write an email to Cacharel and ask for the…

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