par Clément Frénay | Oct 30, 2019 | English
How about the wait ? How about that feeling of anxiety when I am in an empty room and have nothing to do ? It may remind me the time I was waiting for my dad to come home. It did feel empty, silent, and like I didn’t know what to do to wait. And also it feels...
par Clément Frénay | Mar 14, 2019 | English
The first lines came to me as I was sitting in my bed at Byron Katie’s School for the Work, and I started writing in automatic writing style for a while, and here is the result. I see my father’s body in the coffin. I touch his face, I kiss him on the...
par Clément Frénay | Mar 22, 2017 | English
I am in the plane from Sydney to Singapore, on my way home, a home where I suffered so much, a home where I felt desperate and hopeless, a home where I wished so many times that I would just die. As I write this I’ve got tears running down my cheeks, but they...
