Welcome to The Metaphysical French Theatre! Today, mes enfants, we will hear the thrilling tale of "La petite americaine," a heroine for the ages! Settle down and listen in! SETTING: AIX-EN-PROVENCE, MORNING The camera settles on a small and unassuming apartment block. Suddenly, a figure bursts from the front door and races to the bus station, where the bus impatiently … Continue reading A short fiction →

It’s dark now. I, and the plane I am inside of, are flying through the part of the earth that is not nightly illuminated, except by the stars, which provide the only measure of difference between the sky and the wine-dark sea that undoubtedly churns below us. They shut the lights off after the dinner … Continue reading Night before arrival →

If we're basing it on physical presence, today is my second day in Aix-en-Provence. Some interesting things: The bathroom of my apartment contains a shower, a sink, and a washing machine. next to the bathroom is a closet with a toilet. Also, my host mom says that I can only use the shower to rinse, … Continue reading C’est la deuxieme broullion →

I type this in the F terminal at ATL, about two hours before my plane is supposed to start boarding. This is my first time at this airport alone. A few hours ago was my first plane ride alone. Around noon was my first purchase of weakly-spiced orange chicken in an airport cafeteria alone. Lot … Continue reading C’est un brouillon →