ptitanne

i have never stopped writting letters, and i don’t mean emails (that i use a lot too), but real letters, with odd or nice paper, envelopes, writting, stamp, or whatever (i even use sealing wax), just to share the pleasure of discovering, amongst the invoices and various advertisements, a piece of paper, full of instant thoughts and poetic lags

i’m currently reading this book (a Confederacy of Dunces), and there is this guy selling hotdogs and eating them all the time_ and here i am, at work, starving, and craving for a real one (in Europe, you can’t find the true american hotdog, which my “papilles gustatives” (can’t find the english word) remember)

i finally had a little time this week end to buy a beautiful trash can_ much better for the smell…