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To you, who will not be: I am writing this letter to you, my children who will never read it, because you will not exist. I owe it to you anyway. You have a right to know why. Nine years ago, in November 2017, when I was in my twenties, I wrote a different letter on this blog. It was called Open Letter to the People Who Don’t Want Children, and in it, I told my child-free peers, kindly and at…

“One must be absolutely modern.” Arthur Rimbaud, Adieu, in Une saison en enfer (1873) What is a poet, in 2026, in a time when poetry is no longer the first tongue of the age, and is perhaps becoming that again, through other channels, on other screens? I first wrote on this question nearly eleven years ago, at twenty-six, still a little enchanted by the solemnity of the subject. I want to return…

A measured dose of delusion is not denial but armor. On the quiet methodology of staying delulu when you make things online and the world mostly does not clap. Today I want to speak about a word the internet handed us a few years ago and that I have, quietly, made a method out of. The word is delulu. Yes, you read that right. It is short for delusional, and it began as a joke about people who…

A Reading of Olga Tokarczuk’s “Primeval and Other Times” In March, I read a novel that arranged its theology like a board game. Olga Tokarczuk’s Primeval and Other Times, translated into French as Dieu, le temps, les hommes et les anges, is a book that completely turned me upside down and I fell deeply in love with it. I already made a video review about it if you want to watch it. And I wrote…

A Short Essay on Maladaptive Daydreaming, Internalized Racism, and the Colonization of Inner Space I was six when I first noticed that the heroine of my daydreams did not look like me. First, let me explain what I mean by “daydreams”. I am not talking about the soft fantasy of a school afternoon. I mean maladaptive daydreaming: a phenomenon first named in 2002 by the psychologist Eli Somer, in…

Today I want to speak about fear. My fear that has a specific architecture. I’m not talking about the panic that comes and goes, or the quick spike of adrenaline before a presentation. I mean the kind of fear that I have built rooms inside of, the kind that has walls I know by touch, ceilings whose stains I have memorized, doors that lock from the inside. The kind that I can sometimes mistake,…

I want to lead with that, because the marketing of this movie by Damiano Michieletto, feels like it tells you otherwise. Vivaldi‘s name is on the poster for the French version. His music is in your ears. The famous Venetian orphanage where he actually taught for more than thirty years is the setting. You walk into the cinema expecting a film about him. You walk out having watched a film about…

Today I want to speak about a kind of courage that no one applauds, because no one sees it. We live inside a stage. Every effort is supposed to be visible, every step posted, every project optimized for an audience that may or may not be there. We have learned to perform. We have, at times, forgotten that the most consequential work happens in the rooms no one enters. There is a particular kind…

Hello and Welcome to JGC blog! To those who are not familiar with this series, the theme is to share the very best of all the things I find amusing, weird, helpful, comforting and beautiful in life. Full disclaimer:  I may not do this every month, the number of my favorites may vary each month and it won’t always be the same items. For example instead of featuring a podcast, I might feature an…

Stoicism, Suffering, and What It Means to Stand Your Ground. Vegeta is the reason I love the entire Dragon Ball Franchise. Like most, I grew up with the Dragon Ball animes, I devoured all the mangas, deep dived into all the universes and arcs, even the most unfortunate ones like Dragon Ball GT, and I never fell off that ship… all because of Vegeta. I know it is strange for a little girl of six…

What We Do for Blue Skies — A Love Letter to All the Lovers

For blue skies —

those futile and fugitive moments of happiness,

genuine smiles and affectionate caresses —

we give and give and give

until there is nothing else to give

but everything for the other to take.

Is it still love when you forgive, forgive, forgive

even when it hurts, hurts, hurts?

Sometimes, the only way to escape the darkness

is to give up the blue skies.

Sometimes, there is peace in the clouds. ☁️

Full article on JGC Blog → https://journalistgeocultures.com/2019/05/06/what-we-do-for-blue-skies-daily-shatzi-monday-theme/

Ce qu’on fait pour des ciels bleus — Une lettre d’amour à tous les amoureux

Pour des ciels bleus —

ces fugaces et futiles moments de bonheur,

ces sourires sincères et ces caresses affectueuses —

on donne, on donne, on donne

jusqu'à n'avoir plus rien à offrir

que tout pour que l'autre puisse prendre.

Est-ce encore de l'amour quand on pardonne, pardonne, pardonne

même quand ça fait mal, mal, mal ?

Parfois, la seule façon d'échapper à l'obscurité

c'est de renoncer aux ciels bleus.

Parfois, il y a de la paix dans les nuages. ☁️

something is brewing.

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Lockdowns, algorithms, and AI — how do I write in this accelerated ecosystem? In 2016, I wrote an article explaining that for me, my blog was my home. Back then, writing and blogging felt like a rush of joy and a comfort blanket. I took vulnerable pieces of myself, organised them into coherent and creative thoughts, then share them with a quiet, safe corner of the internet where my words could…