I shall live badly if I do not write, and I shall write badly if I do not live.
– Francoise Sagan
After two long years, some words are returning to me. Maybe. I’m not sure. They are like gossamer wisps of smoke, dancing in sight sometimes but still out of reach.
Maybe I can start writing creatively again. And release past drafts. Oui oui non oui oui oui oui non. Plus oui (f) moins non (nf) this time, in this new place. Mind, go wild.