THE FLOWER SELLER
It was then that I noticed, really studied, the Diego Rivera print that hangs on our bedroom wall. It’s the one of the girl holding the calla lilies, her legs tucked under, her bare feet touching.
SILENT RETREAT
For now, in this off-brand fortress of solitude, my mind can wander freely, uninfluenced by an algorithm taking me places I never wanted to go.
In the Café of Lost Youth by Patrick Modiano
For Louki, the marital home was a neutral zone simply disguised as a fixed point, making the empty existence all the more unbearable.