October 13, 2021 § Leave a comment
If I leave and go to some new place, even only for a few days, I would have a revelation, an illumination. An idea. My life has become intensely (?) superficial and indifferent. The choices we make get an explanation out of the events happening in our existence, events which have produced reactions, experiences, ideas and preferences. But when events do not happen, when nothing happens? I cannot see everything that is to see. I cannot know everything. But I have to take a decision. Or do nothing…
October 10, 2021 § Leave a comment
Go back to university? And get a social status. “L’éternelle étudiante”!
October 7, 2021 § Leave a comment
I have been very free. Able to develop myself intellectually and physically. I own nothing to no one. I am zen. This harsh yet carefree lifestyle I’ve had, with no rent, no charge, that would be the super hard thing to give up, if I move anywhere else. Unless I find another “good deal”. La proprièté c’est le piège, pas le vol. Property is a trap, not a theft. Especially in a very ugly area and a rotten building surrounded with rotting old people. Anything I am doing here, I could do it somewhere else, some better place. Not for free though!
October 6, 2021 § Leave a comment
Je voudrais pouvoir écrire des choses sérieuses de façon sérieuse mais, ce soir, rien ne vient. Ni idée confuse à mettre au clair, ni pensée profonde ou capricieuse à exprimer, rien qui vaille la peine d’être raconté en détail non plus. Les événements récents de ma vie sont nombreux mais ne présentent guère d’intérêt. Ni impact ni résonance. Rien que de la vie, de la vie “en barre”. (draft from 2014)
October 4, 2021 § Leave a comment
We spend so much attention, energy and time looking after our own security, out there on the streets, enjoying nothing at all. I’ve never experienced that in London, and I lived in London quite some years. Paris is the city of non-human(ist) life, the city of “minerally-modified” stones, dirty water and polluted trees. And scary aggressive rude people. I am beginning to feel ashamed of being from Paris all together!
September 30, 2021 § Leave a comment
La vie c’est ça : tuer l’autre. In French, it sounds very plain, but I like it that way. “This is life: to kill one other”. Yes, in English, it feels more dramatic, thriller-like. Not literature-like, Duras-like.
September 27, 2021 § Leave a comment
It makes you wonder whether time really exists. Time passes? Thirty one years have passed? Bart should be in his late 40’s by now… It’s like when you are being forced into considering your pension scheme, when you are still young and healthy yet realistic. How can I be sure I’ll be living long enough to “enjoy retirement”?
September 24, 2021 § Leave a comment
Neither good or bad. You’d think capitalism would want everybody to be in the position of buying and paying for things and services but there is a lot of people who cannot participate to the economy, in any capacity. So then, the question: is capitalism a worthy system for just a few? Really? Capitalism could not care less whether its products are bought and consumed. The margin is too big now. The return in investment, so much for so little.