A departure in my life, certainly expected but no less painful, plunged me into contemplation.
I lost my fixed landmark.
As I was told so well when I was trying to explain why I was so upset, “Ah, in fact, you lost your Proust madeleine!”
It is a magnificent summary of the universe that represented for me, this being of 88 years.
My Madeleine of Proust.
The enchanted part of my childhood …
It had already been fragmented last year at the same time. Yet, my madeleine survived (it’s crazy how we can hang up like that, what remains!)
My madeleine, my north has…