Minuit quinze. La maison dort. Dehors, une bise qu’on dirait de janvier souffle le froid sur les braises mourantes d’un novembre moribond. C’est comme si le mois de décembre s’était défilé. Dans les combles, une loupiote éclaire tant bien que mal l’antre où tous ces vieux souvenirs s’entassent au fil des déménagements: quinze ou vingt... Continue Reading →
And her path to a warm home and a friend Photo by Viktor Vasicsek on Unsplash I met her on a cold winter evening. She was laying on the sidewalk, in the pouring rain, abandoned there by her last abuser. She was visibly broken by years of hardship. The old scars were still visible. The more recent ones... Continue Reading →
Behold. A hardcore right-wing capitalist, very vocal on free enterprise and economic liberties, a bit too much to the taste of a fellow hardcore left-wing socialist, desperately trying to bring this impenitent capitalist to his views and into atonement, but to no avail, taking solace in another hardcore left-wing socialist steering so much to the... Continue Reading →
The Idea Sounding Board 