The Luxury of Space
Since we arrived in Zollikon, I have a room of my own. A room with a view, yes, but more importantly: a room with a door. In Paris, I wrote at a narrow desk in the bedroom, whereas D wrote…
Romantic Adventurer
Days have been cold and rainy since we arrived. Not ideal to explore a new environment, but perfect to catch up on postponed tasks and recuperate from a period that shouldn’t have been that stressful yet got to me all…
Perspective
So, where are we exactly? For the month of March we’ve been given the opportunity to stay in a modern apartment in Zollikon, a small municipality attached to Zürich. The apartment is usually occupied by a good friend of ours…
It’s All About the Questions
My knuckles, wrists, and knees are bruised. I have cuts and magic marker stains all over my hands. I wake up in the middle of the night, heart pounding, certain that the mover will arrive in one hour and not…
The Beginning of Freedom
I was on the lookout when change came and found me. After twenty years in Paris, after eighteen years of writing, working, and living in the same lovely-crappy-inspiring atelier, I felt myself stagnating, waiting for a chance to break out…
