Poetry
Words don't come easy
« Words don’t come easy to me / How can I find a way to make you see? / [...] This is just a simple song / That I’ve made for you on my own / There is no hidden meaning, you know » (F.R. David – Words)
Bastien R.
Non-fiction
Entry into the post-empire
I was ten years old when the attacks on the World Trade Center happened, and I remember that day quite well. At the same time as I was absorbing all the images imposed on me by television, I was discovering the new freedom of surfing online.
Fiction
Conversation with rachel
Sometimes in the evening, before I go to bed, I have a chat with Rachel. I try to make her understand what I'm going through, but it's not easy. She's very self-centred.