Still young, still hairy, hopeful and quirky. I write poetry, I'm nearly bilingual. I don't cook, but I do massages. Maybe we could exchange? You cook me breakfast, I massage your back. Deal?

It's kind of fucked-up at the moment. But there's always Hope! I do have quite a set of talents, and I do believe one day, sooner or later, one will be useful to me. I'm waiting, more or less actively, for the moment to come.

Massaging and Administration. Do you need to read anything else?

I can be loud. I attract attention, sometimes unconsciously. I tend to be "that guy" in crowds. I was definitely the one every teacher remarked in classes all through my education, not necessarily because of me opening my mouth. I tend to provoke very extreme reactions on people: very good, or very bad, and instantly.

I tend to favor poetry these days. A bit of everything, be it french, Swedish (I was reading Tranströmer before he got the Nobel, and I was so happy of that, heh), Japanese, American… I don't have the attention span to read long books anymore: I begin ten books at the same time and never finish them…

— a computer ;
— tenderness ;
— writing materials ;
— my scooter ;
— surprises ;
— beauty.

The future. I shouldn't. It doesn't help. I should focus on the present, and appreciate every living day, hour, second, as it is.

I still daydream a lot, too. I have a lot of imagination, for the better and the worse.

Playing on the computer with a coffee, or creating imaginary tramways lines for cities which do not exist.

On a more inspired friday night, I might be composing poetry. I don't really go out on fridays.

I pee in the shower. OH THE HUMANITY

You speak a lot, you're frank and always tell your mind.