Hello. I won’t torture you with any high-and-mighty third-person shit. I mean, this is really Janet writing. So welcome. Words can’t describe how happy I am to have you here.
I have a degree in English Literature and French. I haven’t lived long enough to know if it will be of any use.
To avoid perceptual ruts, I rephrase things. I live to see things differently and write for the same reason.
I usually compose sober. Says the night-lighter.
The posts here maybe autobiographical, intellectual, romantic or delicious. Mais surtout, they are meant to explore language and the differences between languages. I have this little dream of bilingual literacy.
I, yes, once lived in New York City. Remarquez également que j’ai habité en France où j’ai appris comment sauter dessous les vagues. Most presently, I’m in Nevada, that martian landscape of hostile beauty where, despite the altitude’s stingy oxygen tank, I learned to breath and dreamed awake. [...] Yet, dear, dear New York, to your arms I fall when I dream. Tell everyone at Second Hand Rose’s in Greenwich Village “hi” for me, and that I will return to them outlined in ink, an unsmoked cigarette dangling from too-red lips and an insatiable lust for vinyl. Yes.