Sensitivity to Travel: The Intermediate States
I am sensitive to the act of traveling. Even going to empty the compost bin in the garden can turn out to be an intense experience, full of events, full of encounters.
Walking toward Meghri, the ultimate border
For many years now, for me, Armenia was everything. That is why when I decided to visit its southernmost border, Meghri, I believed I had to die
Memory and a thought
The conclusions I had reached through weakness, she had reached through faith. The certitudes were the same, with the difference that I persisted in living them—those vile things, continuing to fall f…
To walk quietly
When I was little, I wanted to walk without making a sound
For me, cinema is just Tarkovsky.
When I discovered Tarkovsky, I was 17 years old. I ran to my mother and told her: "Look, look what I found... it's slow, you have to observe."
A walk around Lake Sevan
Some photos from my walks around Lake Sevan, Armenia, where I escape the summer heat
The burden
We were in the middle of our wonderful chats, when Enes stood up from the couch to go make some tea, and raising his voice he continued
Why simplicity?
Complexity carries a responsibility toward oneself; every complexity must be sustained in all its aspects.
A thought remembering, in Tunis, Our Lady of Trapani
It was still hot, but the Madonna of Trapani had already crossed the streets of Tunis, trailing behind her that long, dark-complexioned swarm of people. Of pious children with flushed faces, and of un…
Praise of the small
like a small table because I am forced to pay attention to everything, even to avoiding dropping