My name is Lilou Sticks and for the moment, I have nowhere to call home.

So everyday, I read, take pictures, watch films, eat cinnamon buns and cookies, go to museums, drink blue water, walk, I walk a lot, a whole lot, look at mirrors, listen to music, touch fabrics, taste and smell everything around me.

This is how I am trying to remember where I come from.

If you feel the same way I do, let’s try to find our homes together.

Monday, 25 October 2010

Can I have 3 minutes of your time?

I had plans last night. Plans that I was late for, Very late. So I rushed out of my house like a crazy chicken and jumped into the first taxi I found.
Then the traffic lights decided not to be on my side.
And we waited and waited for what felt like an hour. But here is the strange part, when I checked my watch only three minutes had gone by! Three minutes! Then it hit me.
I realised that time is not something that can generally be called too long or too short; it depends on how you feel or what you’re doing at that moment. Three minutes to try and finish an exam that you haven’t even started; three minutes to say goodbye to someone you love forever; three minutes to finish your lunch; those three minutes feel like a quarter of a second. Three minutes of being stuck somewhere when you are already an hour late; three minutes of excruciating pain; three minutes of hearing someone tell you a boring story; those three minutes last forever.
In any case, to my surprise I arrived early. 


  1. great post, Lilou. You're right, time is nothing in and of itself, it's all about what we're doing with it. <3