Océane Vincent

“But all this tunneling has opened rifts through which the captive parts of me have started to emerge. I realize that I am smoke, that the things that define me rise as they would up a chimney, probing every crack, searching for a wellspring of light or cold, a cupola of sky to sprawl into.”
― Eva Baltasar, Boulder

“An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man's entire existence.”
― Honore de Balzac