My many lives and many faces. Things that caught my eye, made me happy or sad or sometimes both. Nothing too complicated, only a few words (often borrowed), impressions, intuition, momentariness, interrelatedness... because everything is real and is not real, both real and not real, neither real nor not real.
My friend Alex calls me "moun boi" which is Antillean creole for "savage from the woods". I think it's quite fitting. Around this time every year I fall madly in love with the woods...
