Cecily: If I told you I were a “Moment Creator” would you think me pretentious as fuck?
cecily and alexander
Two friends, on imaginary relatives.
Cecily: This Saturday, I’m having drinks with my Parisian “uncle” who wants to be the godfather of my children (that do not exist yet).
Santiago: Is that “uncle” as imaginary as your children or does he really exist? Standard question from a pharmacist working in a mental health drug company.
Rahoul, on himself.
Rahoul: I am a very convenient human being.
Cecily, on immortal words.
Cecily: A quote is eternal if you can recontextualise the fuck out of it and it still holds true.
Two friends, on work.
Cecily : What does she do?
Valentino: Nothing! She’s perfect!
Cecily, on the Brexit.
Cecily: As a European spirit whose citizenship has always been at odds with her heart, admin will not weary us, nor politics condemn.
Cecily, on sweet potatoes.
Cecily: I choose my sweet potatoes for their aesthetic merit.
Two friends on movements.
Raj: Hippies were a real counter culture. They were a movement against something.
Cecily: And hipsters are simply trying to move the world towards typewriters.
Two friends, on family
Cecily: My father arrives in Paris tomorrow.
Alexander: I will pray for you, to whatever agnostic force exists in the beyond.
Cecily: You need not do that. My father is lovely.
Alexander: Oh really? I thought you too suffered from a case of « batshit family ».
Cecily: I do have a batshit family, but probably not in your sense. We’re high-functioning on the bad-shit spectrum.
Alexander, on love and Portland.
Alexander: I think this is the death of me — falling in love with a man on the West Coast and relaxing further into the blissful black hole of soft drugs and rampant socially acceptable alcoholism that is Portland.
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