The Froth

The whole process of breathing

30. June 2008

Not on top form. Trying to make sense of things and what it is to breathe in and then, breathe out. I must go back to the self for a while and all that malarkey.

Vanishing now

30. November 2007

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I am going to vanish until the 7th of December. The truth is we are adding some new products to the deli and I also have to be in Richmond because we are moving to new premises. But this time I am glad to be leaving. I’ve had a very difficult week and because weeks [...]

When the dog bites, when the bee stings

4. October 2007

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When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I’m feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite things, and then I don’t feel so bad. Just one of those days. Thankfully, I’ve got patterned paper napkins to chase the blues away. Joking. I am not that surreal yet. So, what are your favourite things, the ones you take [...]

Never beaten

15. April 2007

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I thought I’d tell you an incoherent story. Back in November things started going seriously wrong for me. It was a combination of difficult situations topped with my sense of not belonging here. I cannot tell you how many times I thought I had lost it completely. I didn’t want to sleep. I didn’t want to [...]

Fix me

7. March 2007

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Got to be more like trees I was not intentionally gone. I was here looking at the screen every day for the past 10 days. I was searching for my thoughts and my words. I thought I had lost them all. A crystalline sadness had enclosed them, like those iced fruit we have for Christmas decorations. [...]

Good night now

21. November 2006

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I am so sorry friends. I have been spiraling down to a dark place these last 8-9 days. I have been very sad, I have been trying hard to function but I canâ€™t. I need to sleep in peace for one night and I need to get back in control. But right now, I feel desperation. So I [...]

Not my home

14. November 2006

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There are so many things I want to change but I donâ€™t know where to start. This is not where I belong, itâ€™s not my habitat, itâ€™s not where I feel at ease and proud of who I am. Mostly, I feel like a big round zero. I am not modest, I know what I [...]