There are mornings when I’m not afraid. On these mornings, the tableau presented in front of me is colourful. The beige curtain being moved aside by my hand. I was walking to the bus stop a few days ago and I held my face skyward in awe. The sun had crept up to a low… Continue reading Sunrise, oh sun rise!
It’s All Saints’ Day, a national holiday in Belgium, and I’m walking towards the coastal path near my apartment. I’m following a vague notion, a pull from the stormy atmosphere. It’s a day off for most people and yet the coastal path coming up to my right is quiet. But I decide to walk on.… Continue reading The funny funeral