Paul Tremblay

I slink inside so that the front door is a whisper behind me

Passage of time as a prop to the story, the story that has been told and retold so often it has lost its meaning, even to those of us who lived through it.

your story with the dignity and care it deserves.”

It’s the story itself I don’t fully trust.

It’s the story itself I don’t fully trust.

It’s the story itself I don’t fully trust.

lose myself in what was supposed to be a light joke, which goes on way too long. When I finally stop babbling, I hold up my hands and fit

Yeah, it’s just a BLOG! (How retro!)

they are desperate to believe in the middle class and the values of bourgeois capitalism.

only wanted to demonstrate how tricky this is and how tricky this could get.