Paris, rue des Ursins, rue des Chantres (by Aurélien Calonne)
When I was young I felt really overwhelmed and confused by the desire not to end up in an office, and doing something I didn’t believe in.
” I can become your first kiss… or a torn out image from a Playboy magazine that you found when you were 9 years old. Am I your secretary or am I your daughter? Maybe I’m your seventh grade math teacher you always hated. All I know is that if I do it just right, I can become your living, breathing, unflinching dream, and then I can actually disappear. “