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.

Sunday, 17 October 2010

If there's an emergency, don't panic.

I have a confession to make.
I truly enjoy visiting pharmacies. From the bright green neon symbol on the front of the store to the colour coded pillboxes behind the counter.
Pharmacies are safe. The colours inside are soft. And everything is so organised. Sometimes the person who works there is really lovely and wants you to feel good and sometimes they care more about their crossword puzzles. But that doesn’t matter. The pharmacy is a friend that will always be there for you on those freezing dark nights glowing with warm light and this helpful message:

It’s going to be okay now.

Can I ask you something? Next time you pass a pharmacy, if you’re not in a rush, go inside, even just for a few moments and see if you feel the same way I do. If you don’t, I understand. 

1 comment:

  1. I love pharmacies. Last time i got in and just bought a pink nail file. i could've got it somewhere else. But i love pharmacies. I understand :)