Thursday, December 27, 2018

Process

Process.

Well, that time of the year again. They call it "the end of the year", on some random calendar. If I lived in a jungle or a cave somewhere, I would not know of such a time. There would be no xmess, no winter solstice or other priest and priestress dubious marketing schemes. Yet, I don't live in a cave, so I watch and observe the circus. When it doesn't just seem like a very sad and ignorant joke, the lights decoration can be almost pretty to the eye. Yet, the absurdity of it all, keeps a strange juice somewhere, deep in the guts.

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Letter from a kid



Dear Santa,

Well, here comes that time of the year again. I see in the shops that you are all over the place again, so, I know, it's that time again. I don't know how you can be in so many places at the same time, everywhere I go, you are there. Maybe you have many twin brothers, or maybe you travel really really fast? I don't know, and every time I tried speaking to you, I get no replies, except your "ho ho ho". So, this year, for the first time, I will write a letter to you. I hope you are doing good, and that you are not too tired from packing all the gifts for the kids.

Thursday, December 06, 2018

The blame game



The blame game.

When I was imature, I blamed you
Everything that was going wrong was your fault.
It was easy being a kid, easy being blind.
You took all the forms I wanted,
Parents, governement, religions, lovers.
It was easy blaming you.

Friday, November 16, 2018

One day

One day

One day, my Prince will come, he will be absolutely perfect, and he will stay.
One day, chickens will have teeth et lions will sleep with the sheeps.
One day, the world will be a heaven of peace, and everyone will love each other.
One day, it will be Paradise on Earth where all will be artificial.

Thursday, November 08, 2018

The drop of water


The drop of water.

I clung to you, like a drop of water to a cloud
I was afraid to fall from the sky
We were a fusion
The more I hung to you, the more the inevitable approached: the storm.

Monday, September 10, 2018

Tartine et confiture

Candy Crush ou une métaphore de Vie.
Ou La confession d'un enfant du siècle dans l'age digital pour un hommage à Alfred de Musset.
(attention, ce texte peut contenir des mots vulgaires)

“S'il y a quelqu'un là-haut, il doit bien rire de nous tous ; 
cela est très comique, très comique, vraiment.”
Alfred de Musset.



Click click click. Je regarde les bonbons s'éclater, la confiture s'étaler, je sauve pleins d'oursons. Bref, je fais ce que l'on appelle "perdre son temps". Pour être honnête, je n'aie jamais vraiment comprise ce que cette expression veut dire. Comment pourrais t'on perdre notre Temps, alors, que le Temps est tout ce que nous avons? Quoi que je sache pertinemment que lorsque je joue des heures durant à Candy Crush, je ne peux pas dire que je me sens "satisfaite", pourtant durant mes méditations de clickage, je continue mon chemin. Pour faire mon intello, Candy Crush peut être utilisée comme une bonne métaphore de ce que je comprends de la Vie. Alors, allons y, pour une métaphore de la Vie selon Candy Crush.

Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Data recycling

 Data recycling.

"They say we are a material society, but we have no respect for the material world". Alan Watts.

Sometimes, I empty houses. Strangers, grandmother, family houses get even more personal of course, yet, objects remain objects. It's always a strange meditation on life, death, and what we live behind us when we go. The boxes of clothes, the kitchen wares, all will get eaten by mold and other fungus. All will go back to nature, back to dust we go. Objects fall apart, rotten by years of humidity, eaten by insects and time from which matter has no escape.
What are we, poor little mortals.