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…
