Je suis un être humain
I have not posted in ages. This used to be the place I told short stories. Little things I needed to say. But today there are so many places to tell our little stories, on platforms like FB, Instagram, Twitter, Linked-In, and our attention is taken in so many different directions.
And then I’ve been a bit stunned into silent shock in the last week. The other night I dreamed that I saw a girl I knew from my first photo class in Paris. She had made it out of the Bataclan after all, I was so relieved. Maybe it means she’s ok wherever she is. It’s the first good dream I’ve had since 11/13.