Category: EN

May 24, 2016

The other night,
I dream, or almost,
and a text,
comes to my closed eyes.

May 13, 2016

Springs have passed, by the dozens, but I don’t notice them anymore. Last night, she jumps around to reach the balcony as we hear the rain crackling the panels.

April 28, 2016
April 12, 2016
March 17, 2016

Original my gold.

From afar, from close, by night, by day, original my gold on my mind, introspective obsession, invisible disease. Grey-cloud horizon, little imperceptible successes on my path, I am on a race of a kind, a race of my own.

January 28, 2016

Judging by its ingredients, the alchemy of Derrida and Law was all but assured. In 1949, the young Jackie Derrida, freshly arrived in Paris from Algeria, opted for studies in philosophy as he believed to be unequipped to tackle the classics, logical pathway for the passionate reader of literature and aspiring writer whom he was…

December 23, 2015

A moment is not intrinsically longer or shorter than a century, except in relation to an element of consciousness by which it is possible to establish its direction and measure its duration… Yet human time is the only unit of measure that we can understand.

– Alain Daniélou

January 8, 2015

National mourning, stuttering media, flags at half-mast and unprecedented millions over hundreds of silent solidarity walks. France has been hit, where it hurts. And even its remotest members, overconfident of their patriotic detachment, must acknowledge how lively its running nerves still remain – I, too, was and am shocked…

December 2, 2014

This will just take a couple minutes of your time. Not of theirs. November, December, a couple of months, months of the couples in the sub-continent. This weekend, a few of my friends are getting married. A couple. Of couples. Twice coupled, ‘fastened together’ (Latin: co-apere), together respectively, one to one other. But together, the four of them, the same weekend…

November 30, 2014

That is when Brossard and I started losing our complicity. I was the student advisor’s favourite in the whole batch, for the entire year of 6th grade. But times changed. A couple years down the line, and I was spotted holding a girl’s hand, or caught on the school’s courtyard giving a surreptitious peck…