“We are buried beneath the weight of information, which is being confused with knowledge;
quantity is being confused with abundance and wealth with happiness.”
I am the one sitting at the table next to you on that terrace, eavesdropping unintentionally but curiously to your conversation (and enjoying every single bit of it!).
I am the one looking out that plane window, imagining just like you, jumping out into those fluffy white clouds.
I am the one on the road to ‘anywhere will do’, traveling to bring back the other side of myself.
I am the one laughing myself to death ; eating like it was my last meal (but praying it hopefully isn’t) ; I am the last one to go to sleep at night and the 3rd or 4th…ok, maybe the 5th to wake up in the morning.
I am here to enjoy every second of it.
And by “I”, I mean “I”…as in “Hey, I’m Edouard Valette and I’m a director/DOP represented by Caviar.”
“The songs I know, only the lonely know.”
Sammy Cahn, 1955
“You’re brain, for me,
pornography and poetry.”
“I do mind, the Dude minds. This will not stand, ya know, this aggression will not stand, man”
“Il y a des êtres qui nous touchent plus que d’autres, sans doute parce que, sans que nous le sachions nous-mêmes, ils portent en eux une partie de ce qui nous manque.”
Wajdi Mouawad, Anima
an urge to do something inadvisable.
a homesickness for a home which maybe never was ; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.
tending to move unsteadily from side to side.
longing to travel to a place where you feel at home.