So, how did you get here?, asked the spider to the fly….. No matter: you have stumbled upon the starship log concerning a voyage in the universe of Trying to Care. Depending on the galactic météo projections,  the prose are authored by  either Lucien Chardon or Bradely Pearson, neither of whom knows what it is to correcty spell as both failed miserably in English and French class…and in-spite of their best efforts. One things is certain: In all types of weather moods that influence quotidiennement nos vies, the spectacle est en direct de Paris-  from a small flat, where there is a small table facing two windows boreded in ivy and Japanese ferns,  giving out onto a small, stale courtyard. Pack of cigattes to the left. Lighter and ashtray to the right. A large cup of شاي بالنعناع behind the computer screen.

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* Nota bene: Corrections are welcome in regards to facts, not in regards to interpretations: viz. only Lucien and Bradely are allowed to proselytize. Grammar police are kindly asked to refrain from moralizing, unless, of course,  one of these officers has something interesting to suggest concerning Expression or Understanding- that is, not Explication, theory nor rules.

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