Cecily: We don’t throw shade. We throw chiaroscuro.
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Alexander, on the world wide web.
Alexander: I’m thinking of taking a break from the nonessential internet. It’s wreaking havoc with my blood pressure.
Alexander, about gluten free.
Alexander: I’d love to try being gluten free at some point, but during this chapter of my life, I’m quite content having an extra three kilos and a perpetual cloud of shame hanging about my head.
Alexander, on life changes.
Alexander: I have begun to eat meat again and stopped recycling; it’s doing wonders for my creative flow.
Alexander, on true love.
Alexander: I sat next to Slavoj Žižek’s more attractive doppelgänger on the bus today. In that moment I truly knew what it is to love a man.
Arnaud, on marriage.
Arnaud: I can’t get married. I am an autistic Sagittarian.
Cecily, on job titles.
Cecily: If I told you I were a “Moment Creator” would you think me pretentious as fuck?
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.
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.
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