Scar Tissue

No mat­ter how hard I tried, I was never able to see out of my left eye. Noth­ing but a use­less blurry pic­ture, with a few black spots on the way. The world looks dis­torted in a pretty fun way but it took me years to appre­ci­ate my dif­fer­ence. Kids all want to look the same.

On The Road To Nowhere

Occa­sion­ally, a bunch of dark coats men wait at the next sta­tion: tick­ets col­lec­tors. Upon see­ing them, weird things would hap­pen: peo­ple of all age would run towards the near­est doors, some would pull washed out tick­ets out their bags and pock­ets and punch them quickly, some would dis­trib­ute extra-tickets around them and the con­sen­sus would be “putain!*”.

Cigarettes And Creationism

The shop assis­tant (or the owner, cause as far as I know he is here from 6:00 am to 12:00 am) looks up at me and obvi­ously expects an answer. An Ara­bic lan­guage news­pa­per opened on the counter and no sign of him reach­ing for my cig­a­rettes tells me I’m in for a philo­soph­i­cal moment.

Canadian Skies

Cana­dian skies always amaze me: clouds can be just gorgeous!

Two Solitudes And One Loneliness

Not only I betrayed France by cross­ing the Atlantic Ocean, but appar­ently I also betrayed French lan­guage. Oh, that’s great.

Ignorance Is Bliss

How did I get into this con­ver­sa­tion, already ? Oh yeah, I’m on the #151 going down­town, and I took the last free sit, by a mid­dle aged woman who was obvi­ously bored and started up the con­ver­sa­tion as soon as she saw me pulling a French book out of my bag. The con­ver­sa­tion wasn’t about lit­er­a­ture though.

Colors Of Decay

The change of sea­son is always dra­matic in Canada. Spring goes like that : one day you’re going to work with the usual three sweaters and snow­boots on, the next day you’re look­ing for your san­dals and the back­yard is flooded by all the snow melting.

Fall is sim­i­lar. Right now, we’re enjoy­ing really warm tem­per­a­ture, but I know that it’s only a mat­ter of day before we enter Win­ter, with a cap “W”.

Working Class Hero Is Something To Be

Rock’n’roll stars, rap artists, red­necks, tycoons, politi­cians, lob­by­ists, aliens… North Amer­ica has it all. But there’s one cat­e­gory that have never trav­eled across the ocean from its beloved old con­ti­nent : the nobility.