inspired by Paul Ricoeur’s “Temps et récit”

un paris solidaire

“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.”

― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

December 31, 2020

[la] solitude

“The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself”

― Friedrich Nietzsche

à lille, november, 2020


And the first snowfall of the year is always the most magical one.

à lille, january, 2021

― Joyful Melancholy

new home./ france/ temporary (maybe) since sept. / 20.

bienvenue à lille

“Welsh traditionnel à la bière brune”

Ch’nord/ Hauts-de-France

vieille bourse

“And normally he doesn’t know it.”


( N. ) finely ground powder of specially grown and processed green tea leaves, traditionally consumed in East Asia

avant 22h

Vieux Lille on a rainy day


to my friend Nasira and her favourite leftover from her beloved grandma,

le père noël

Nov 23 -27. 2020


Tourcoing, Jan, 2021


en France / à Lille / 59000 / 59160 / Lomme


at Palais des Beaux Arts de Lille, Place de la République


What do you think?

Le récit

(N., masculin) a narrative, can be a work of poetry or prose, or even song, theater, or dance,


“The secret of happiness is variety, but the secret of variety, like the secret of all spices, is knowing when to use it,” Daniel Gilbert


“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again” 


” … And if one is asked to represent one circle of light, one will tend to choose the brightest one of all.

Mediocrity is probably the most terrifying word in the English language, and its creation might have sparked a lifelong crisis of death and meaninglessness over generations.

In a less common world where identity is intricately portrayed as a pointless utility in someone’s everyday existence, one’s experience moves from one circle to the next in endless rounds. And in a world where there is no longer any boundary between obstacles, one’s sense of bravery becomes the norm and the exception.”

― the saigon vegan

centre-ville, black friday, 2020

Alright now/ sur les chemins de la bohême.

home. / ottawa. / gatineau. / temporarily paused aug. 31. / 20.

“The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd – The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been;

regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.”

― Fernando Pessoa


( N. ) is when two or more similar or related events occur at the same time by chance and without any planning

coeur brisé

( N. ) when Notre-dame de Paris collapsed, a metaphor for the intense emotional stress or pain one feels at experiencing great and deep longing

summer kombucha

( N. ) a beverage produced by fermenting sweet tea with a culture of yeast and bacteria

the art of storytelling

( N. ) the conveying of events in words, and images, often by improvisation or embellishment.

milk / honey

“i am water

soft enough
to offer life
tough enough
to drown it away”


( N. ) the strange feeling that in some way you have already experienced what is happening now

30 aug/aou

*un vol inoubliable


( N. ) the ocean

L’adieu [provisoire]

( N. ) farewell, an act of departure


( N. ) an earth sign historically represented by the goddess of wheat and agriculture, an association that speaks to Virgo’s deep-rooted presence in the material world


( adv. ) “maybe” in Italian

Die Geborgenheit

( N. ) a German concept referring to the perfect mixture of cosy, safe, warm and comfortable

Le rêve

( N. ) a Parisian describing their state of mind marked by abstraction or release from reality

start with bonjour,

montréal. / 1st away/ 4 years/ aug. 15 – 19/ citoyen du monde.

No French, English only. No camera, phone only. Memories #inreconstruction

[à] montréal

” … So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them.

But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”

― Herman Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte

Saïgon. / Vietnam. / born in 1995/ nothing, only audacity.

Vanilla Butter. / comfort of home/ the beginning of everything. / Chi. Memories no longer #inreconstruction

“Thành phố này buồn cười thật đấy, lúc thì nhỏ bé đến lúc vô tình vẫn gặp lại nhau. Đôi lúc lại to lớn đến độ khi chia tay sẽ ngàn lần xa cách không bao giờ tìm thấy nhau chứ đừng nói đến việc hối hận tìm nhau về để yêu thương.”

Quán cà phê dì Hoa, Lê Văn Sỹ, Quận 3, Sài Gòn