It's Sunday night, and only two things have stood out today: a reversal of my sleep schedule (I went to bed almost at dawn and woke up very late) and I have a bit of a cold (again). Neither of these things

The town disapearred every Sunday at dawn. Source And I was the only one who knew it. That Sunday it would be the 10th time... It all used to start on Monday. Normal working day, I used to put on my policeman

Evenings have a different kind of energy—more composed, more reflective, slightly indulgent. A glass of champagne, a well-chosen conversation, the feeling of time stretching rather than rushing. It’s not