Deserted streets, cloudy days, remind me of Patrick Modiano's enigmatic characters. Yesterday I was reading about Colette Laurent, Jansen,the Meyendorffs and, of course, Robert Capa. I read somewhere that Jansen is actually Robert Capa's alter ego, is he?
Actually, it doesn't matter. Walking with Patrick is always a pleasure without equal, never in my life have I experienced such happiness, reading Patrick Modiano is making peace with yourself. And today, again the day is grey, few cars pass in the street, I can see them from the window. People incubate at home, I incubate in me. A whole weekend reading Patrick and on Monday I'll be a bit more myself. Suspended Sentences, So you don't get lost in the neighborhood and Villa Triste. Perfect days.
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