zéro neuf.

"Five minutes to midnight, I sit alone on my porch, anticipating the brilliant and vibrant fireworks that will soon reveal a new light – the light that will luminously open itself to a new path, and that welcomes and fosters new ambitions, new resolutions. But when the hour hand stroke midnight, and the undulant rings of the aged grandfather clock fill the hollow, dim living room with a deep resonance, I saw none of this. There were no colorful fireworks; there were no lunatic nor ebullient yells of “happy new year!”; there were no sensations of a new-found love, of a novice, or of a new-born child being sprung out from the small yet potent seeds of life. There were instead, but only, black tears, and a black sky. In the end, I found myself standing amidst invisible fireworks while my heart burned like a thousand fires."





*side note: Happy New Year to All. Let this year be filled with love, joy, and happiness.