S. – II

S. You know about her from this article. She might appear lost. The holes in her one-week worn blouse suggesting negligence; remissness; having given up. She orders another red wine. Wjintje, as the Flemish dialect goes. We obey; the glass appears next to the two already standing in front of her. I have piety for … Continue reading S. – II



I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

S. – I

I worked for a very long time in an Irish pub. I still go there frequently: my boyfriend is the successful manager. Yes, I could sense your thoughts at the second line, you might have thought I like my Guinness too much. That is the nature of Irish pubs, besides being the best place for … Continue reading S. – I