this blog's biggest secret

My blog is secret and anonymous.

Not because I want to keep it from those who know me in person. But because I wouldn't be able to write if I knew that they were reading it.

I am the opposite of an attention seeker. It's definitely not good for my writing.

when dealing with betrayal and geese, wear Armani

Today was the kind of day when I ...

... sat in the corner of a restaurant and said to a friend, "Do you understand that what you did was a betrayal and completely unacceptable? That you stabbed your friend in the back?"

... went to collect firewood from a shed at the edge of the forest, dressed in Armani

... ran across a lawn, laughing like a madwoman, with six wild geese trotting lazily in front of me


(Note: My one and only piece of Armani clothing was bought for six euros at a flea market. I'm an anti-consumerist.)

lilacs and heatwaves

Writing, lilacs, a poodle, work, a good book, a fish market, angry birds, heatwave, brunch with friends, long walks in fragrant parks, back ache. This is the way a summer starts.