But one needs to bear in mind that things are not always what they seem and, contrary to the dead stillness of a photograph, reality is in a state of perpetual flux.

We say no more on the matter and she asks me to help her find a word, an adjective to qualify something that falls on mankind, although not necessarily something of a meteorological nature, like...

Then I truly feel like a living being in the middle of this garden of the dead, I’m most definitely alive in here.

Who I am is intrinsically linked to where I am and whom I’m with.

The only thing mothers have in common with each other is the fact that they slept with a man while they were ovulating without the appropriate protection