People I share this blog with have asked me how a self-proclaimed lunatic can boast (i) a successful career in law, (ii) being in the management of a company and (iii) having the resources to make substantial investments and buy expensive cars. Well, I can separate doing my job and succumbing to the Sirenic call of my liberating madness. Not always, however, which accounts for the astonishing and spectacular turns of my life. In general, people’s lives collapse onto themselves, thicken, become more and more impenetrable, even as time progresses and the world around them evolves. Then they sink, and they die. People try not to, but that is what happens to them. I, on the contrary, cannot get my own life to gain weight on me, and, displacing time and circumstance, wedge itself snug and secure (and lethal). I’m nothing if not sea foam that the little mermaid turns into after her own lifechanging acts of madness. I’m that featherweight of a person.