«Dear reader, tender reader: I wished to simply write to you what is in this book. But if your lips curve, I imagine them in sorrow.»
In «I miss myself», which Adrien doesn't seem to know how to describe, the reader embarks on a quest for a concept that seems to be missing from the depths of his being: himself.
The author's words:
The problem is I have no idea what's inside those pages.
There are memories we struggle to recall, there are dry eyes and glistening laughs. There's dry humor and a lot of convoluted language. Complicated words to pretend I have depth.
I leave pieces of myself here and there, solely for the purpose of being seen.
Like me, the only thing you've lost and really need to find again is yourself.
And me, today: I miss myself.
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«I miss myself» is the second book Adrien has signed with his «half-wobbly, half-nice» pen. It is once again a chaotic essay where, hand in hand with the author, we go in search of what we have all lost sight of while growing up: our identity.
