Sur mon vélo, à travers la ville, j’ai des tonnes de temps pour penser. So I do. En traversant la ville, j’en oublie presque le monde extérieur, freinant et tournant par réflexe, obnubilée par les idées qui me traversent la tête. If I weren’t able to cycle, I would probably be a sad person indeed, unable to find another moment that would truly be mine, where I wouldn’t be able to do anything but think about my life. It is so easy to find something to do when you’re waiting for the bus or doing nothing in the morning.

I think that the other best moment for thinking is when I’m in my shower.

But that doesn’t really happen often.

Date: Dimanche, septembre 13th, 2009 at 1.07 Category: -5.72.
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