Cecily: They are singing opera and playing the piano next door, and I wonder if I am living next door to myself.
Writing
Cecily, on hiding.
Cecily: I hide in my history, and even in my present. And the future has many hiding places too. It’s not a bad thing. In the darkness, I find my dreams.
Alexander, on a dream bathroom.
Alexander: Archaic French plumbing is only as irksome as you allow it to be.
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.
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.
Cecily, on Nicolas.
Cecily: Why Nicolas, you’re looking incredibly Bogart today. You’re practically coffee stained and singed around the edges.
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