That’s funny how from a party drowned in alcoholic fumes your memories and feelings can suddenly come back and make you almost feel ashamed about that forgetting - about that real oblivion, should I say.

That’s funny how I’m only able to write about one point, and ironically the fact of writing about it should solve the matter… but I guess it would be too simple and God knows I like complicated things (sarcastic laughs).

That’s funny how I’m still complaining about something I lost years ago. And I can’t really say I miss it in everyday life, I still feel that pang telling me yes the girl I used to be used to do that. I have no problem with the one I became (quite the contrary !), but I have to comfess I’d love to start writing again.

Oh yes, to write again.