Having briefly wandered the streets of Paris last year, today I find myself transported back to the captivating sense of unity I encountered.

During my time in Paris and amidst my travels to Spain, the rarity of solitary dinners struck me profoundly. This communal spirit, woven into the fabric of everyday life, stirred my thoughts on the interconnectedness of urban existence.

In the snug confines of Parisian living spaces, where coziness prevailed over space, I discovered a profound intimacy that transcended mere walls. Even in solitary moments, there lingered a shared essence, a silent communion.

From these reflections emerged "Our Mutual Friend," a testament to the notion that even in our solitary reveries, we remain entwined in the tapestry of shared experience.

-YoYo 

3/12/2024

Once, a bouquet graced my day—a gift both lovely and stiff. But my heart longed for the untamed beauty of the world outside. So, I wandered through my neighborhood, plucking weeds and wildflowers with abandon. With my hands full, I gathered them in a random jar found lying around the house. And oh, how they flourished there, far more cherished than any carefully arranged florist's creation.

In that simple act, memories of my grandmother flooded back. Despite her meager means, she knew how to make life sparkle. She'd collect weeds and transform household odds and ends into treasures, granting us moments of luxury amid the everyday. This humble bouquet, then, became my homage to her—a testament to her creativity and the magic found in life's simplest pleasures, long before I understood the meaning of scarcity.