a[n] [auto]biography and a love story.
I am back. On trains all day from Arles. Arles that charmed me in some ways, and in other ways… I stood where the Yellow House used to be. It got bombed during WWII. But it was almost better because I could occupy the same space as you… All the trains I took today seated […]
Fri, August 28 2009 » Personal, Travel » 1 Comment
I went to the asylum today, where you stayed for a year. I sat in the space of the reaper, between your bedroom window and the asylum wall. My name means reaper, I am the reaper of your harvest. I saw the low mountains with my own eyes, the Alpilles, and they really are shaped […]
Wed, August 26 2009 » Personal, Travel » No Comments
I am currently staying around the corner from here. You keep walking down this street, past the cafe about twenty feet, turn left, then another block, and that’s where I am right now. It’s of course called La Cafe Nuit and Cafe Van Gogh now – not its original name – and they’ve since restored […]
Tue, August 25 2009 » Travel » No Comments