A stranger is somebody you still have to meet.

Lately I have pondered about the way people touches each other lives.
We go through everyday life talking (also writing as I’m doing right now) with people we barely know about, and also with people we have developed strong bonds. We exchange pleasantries, shake hands, share a coffee, give or receive orders and somewhere along the way we etch ourselves into their hearts, sometimes as a good memory or a painful one. Let’s try to be a good one
It has come as a surprise to me that apparently I can be o good memory in the hearts of people I thought would forget me as soon as I was out of their sight.
It’s been a really touching discovery. I didn’t want to realise at the time they are my friends, it is painful not to be able to see them everyday.



Thanks a lot Françoise and Jean-Luc for the books, you didn’t forget one.



Thanks Phillipe & Yanick for the copy of John Updike’s early stories.


And I would like to share one of my treasures, a pic by the awesome Rebecca Morse a.k.a. Pika-la-cynique [link]