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la peur des étrangers

Un monde étrange avec son langage, ses musiques, son goût pour la violence, où l’on brûle les voitures après les avoir volées et où les centres commerciaux forment le décor et la cible les émeutes urbaines. There’s something about assimilation … Continue reading

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they know us by our trails

Yesterday I saw a woman crouch between two parked motorcycles on my street, lift up her skirts, and pee. This afternoon it was a little boy at a bus stop across the way. As his mother fussed with his baby … Continue reading

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thursday

There is something about wandering, lost in the rain, that is still the greatest way to get to know a place. Not so great for curly hair or suede boots, but sacrifices must be made. A slow, steady stroll. Bridge … Continue reading

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red, light, red, light

Before you’ve gotten off the escalator that spits passengers from the belly of the metro onto Rue Barbès, you can hear the chorus: MALBURRO LAITE MALBURRO RAED MALBURRO LAITE MALBURRO RAED MALBURRO LAITE MALBURRO RAED MALBURRO LAITE MALBURRO RAED MALBURRO … Continue reading

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a s k

what i was talking about. train was moving fast, i could barely see out the window. had to trust my gut to know when to pull the trigger.

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there are no rats in paris

Drafts piling up. Today was spent chasing apartments, avoiding dog poo, buying turn-of-last-century documents and notebooks about how great The Crusades were and chronicling l’Outre Mer conquests/savageries. And voila, the first pair of crocs I’ve seen in ages. Rive Mal-a-Droit. … Continue reading

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