Through the Looking-Glass…
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Marcel Proust Lost in Kafka’s World
I love lists and inventories. Those scribbled by loved ones and lost at the bottom of a pocket, a bag,…
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In the Woods with Leila
When Leila laughs, the world sparkles. Is it her clear eyes that suddenly seem to fill with glitter, the light…
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Eulogy of Slowness
If we cannot hold onto time, we can steal fragments of it. Embrace it. Curl up in it. Unfurl within…
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The Art of Joy
Lately I’ve been inundated with gifts. From lovers, of course, but also from complete strangers who liked the words and…
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Embracing Robert
I am a stage performer. I love being in front of the camera, not behind it. The spotlight has always…
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When autumn burns, I burn autumn (Fire Walk With Me)
Autumn makes many people melancholy. For me, the season lights a fire inside. I love how the days grow shorter…
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Faces without Faces (An Ode to My Sisters)
A while ago I happened upon a painting by Gideon Rubin. He paints only faceless portraits, and his entire oeuvre is…
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The substance of reality (De la substance du Réel)
Recently, I reminded a lover who was once again raving about how flexible my body was that I really worked…