We are dying. I don’t know exactly when it started but I couldn’t help but notice. Symptoms were, and still are, showing everywhere. We are dying. Dying of poisoning. And I believe this poison to be called “Cynicism”. I assume … Continue reading The poison of our age
Last Sunday, I won. I am French and a football fan. And I won. Yes, this goal at the 109th minute cut us all off at the knees, me first. I was prostrated in front of my TV. Silent. Shocked. Defeated. Portugal, who barely won a game of the championship in the 90 regulation minutes, was going to lift the trophy. Not France. Portugal. Bummer. I was so disappointed. But… I won.
My name is Aloïs, I’m french and 23. I study English and German. I’m married to my best friend and lover. No kids. Yet. Continue reading “Welcome”