1. Dear Angel, we can talk about everything, can’t we?
2. How should we proceed?
3. The first time I came to visit you

Dear Angel, we can talk about everything, can’t we?

Dear Angel, we can talk about everything, can’t we? I meet you at the usual place, near the old church. I know you’re willing to listen, even if you heard me before, many times. We talk about what I miss, what I’d love to go back to, and can’t. You know all about the old school, the little town, the small pine forests, the tiny cine club. You know about the pain and the defeats, but also about the triumphs, about the foes, the girls, the ones I’d love to see again, poor fool…

The angel, you, know, and listen with infinite patience. I love to talk about those old dreams, those fantasies, those books I want to find, read again, discuss with you. Who else could I do this with? No one cares anymore for this old fool. Yet, if they knew? Where my imagination takes them, all the way to darkness. Yes I’d like to talk about this too. You know, this new story I am busy with at present. I know you’re smiling. It’s such a mixed bag of old, even very old, and new, that is places I have not been before…

How should we proceed?

How should we proceed? Do you want to tell me something about you, here, in this little corner? I’d love to discuss your thoughts, for a change, how you see our world, our chaos, our fall into sin, into war, into idiocy. Tell me what you really think, where you see us going, what our chances of redemption are… We can discuss all that. You know I already have a foot on the first step. Soon I will go, and I wish I can come back to see you, from wherever I am by then, to talk again about all of this.

The first time I came to visit you

The first time I came to visit you, that time was a lovely day, the light was sublime. I took that photo, just there, above what I am writing, and decided I would come back to see you, even in winter. For as long as I can. You, standing there, in a kind of proud solitude, you are now smiling at me, the smiling angel, so poetic. Should talk about what will happen if I go before seeing you again, you know, if I die?

Maybe it is something you don’t really wish to discuss with me, just yet?

Picture: Angel, Stansted, Kent, ©2024 Honoré Dupuis