Caroline Schnapp's blog

I dreamt about you this morning. You were back and I remember touching you. I also remember that you were not safe in the dream, you were very sick. It's crazy but I am still crying now, I still miss you. My life is difficult now, I long for contact with you. Just hanging out with you. Oh, Bouboule j't'aime tellement, et puis c'est tellement froid la vie depuis que t'es parti. Les gens me font peur.

I am going to bury you, sweetheart. I will add a blankie in your little box. I miss you already. You taught me so much, I am so afraid to forget you, almost as afraid as I am to forget what you taught me. It did not feel like you were dead in my arms, last night. Read more →

Here is a list of things I would like to do. Read more →

There was incredible wind velocity Read more →

November 24th, 2005. As I write this, I am definitely not... connected.  Read more →

After a restless night, I finally was able to get some sleep this morning. And this is what I experienced. That I can make up a dream so utterly cruel is beyond comprehension. Read more →

The sky was divided into discrete zones of horror and perfect weather. Read more →

No one has ever donated a dollar to this web site. And I am starving NOW.

Whoever I was, I’m CERTAINLY NOT anymore. Read more →

“Nobody knows it but you’ve got a secret smile and you use it only for me.” FOUND SOMEWHERE.

Just watched again two excellent small segments of a movie that’s otherwise boring Read more →