dont fit reality

I woke up, turned on my phone to check the time and saw lots of messages from my Canadian/American friends asking me if I was safe, and first I didn’t understand. 

Then, it struck me. 

Paris, november, the 13th. 

I got the same messages. 

Last night, I went to bed quite early. The fireworks were canceled in my city because of the wind, it could have started a fire. So we canceled our plans to go out. Thinking we would to do it today. 

But how can we celebrate anything today after what happened in Nice ? 

Once again, I woke up. And I felt terror.

I go to Nice often because I live near this beautiful city. I walked on La promenade des Anglais. Watched beautiful sunsets there. Ate icecreams. Tried to tan right there. On those beautiful beaches. I laughed. I lived. 

Here. See. Look. 

This is peaceful. 

That’s how I want to remember this city. This place. 

Beauty. 

I don’t want to wake up and feel like this anymore. 

I don’t want to feel numb. 

I don’t want to think this is normal. 

Women in Art from left to right:

Berthe Morisot, Kaethe Kollwitz, Amrita Sher-Gil;

Frida Kahlo, Zinaida Serebriakova, Yoko Ono;

Elisabeth Vigee LeBrun, Faith Ringgold, Cindy Sherman

“… Groups of 5”