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Objects

23 Wednesday Feb 2022

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Pic : my grandfather house.

“There is nothing more terrible, I learned, than having to face the objects of a dead man. Things are inert: that have meaning only in function of the life that makes use of them. When that life ends, the things change, even though they remain the same.  They are there and yet not there: tangible gluts, condemned to survive in a world they no longer belong to. What  is one to think, for example, of a closetful  of clothes waiting silently to be worn again by a man who will not be coming back to open the door ?[…]Suddenly revealing things that no one wants to see, that no one wants to know. In all of this there is violence, and also some sort of horror. Things don’t mean anything in themselves, like the kitchen utensils of a missing civilization; and yet they say something to us, standing there not as objects but as remnants of thought, of consciousness, emblems of the solitude in which a man comes to make decisions about himself; whether to dye your hair or not, whether to wear one or the other shirt, whether to live or die. And the futility of it all when death comes » Paul Auster, The Invention of Solitude

Thousand confusing tongues

21 Monday Feb 2022

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«We call something big small, something small big, the black white and the white black; shadows light and light shadows; the bright dull and the dull bright. Thus names and terms are devoid of content and meaning. It is worse than at the time of the Tower of Babel. Then, only tongues were confused and one man could not understand another, for each had different names for the same things. Now we all speak the same but false language.» Joseph Roth.

Great Reset

03 Monday May 2021

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« Rome est ici, maintenant. L’Américain moyen n’y voit que du feu, mais elle est la réalité sous-jacente au monde où il vit. L’Empire n’a jamais pris fin. Il s’est seulement dérobé aux yeux de ses sujets. Comme on projette un film sur le mur d’une prison, il a ourdi pour eux cet univers de fantaisie, cette fiction éhontée que la plupart des spectateurs prennent pour un scrupuleux documentaire : dix-neuf siècles d’histoire et le monde qui en résulte. Mais pendant la projection la guerre continue. Ceux qui refusent de regarder le film et de le croire réel sont pourchassés impitoyablement : on ne les laisse pas sortir de la salle, on les massacre dans les toilettes. Certains, par prudence, donnent le change : ils restent assis face à l’écran, les yeux clos et l’esprit éveillé. Ils suivent leur propre voix, ils servent un autre roi » (Emmanuel Carrère, Je suis vivant et vous êtes morts, Philip K. Dick, 1928-1982, Biographie, p. 262, Ed. du Seuil)

“Rome is here now. The average American does not see it, but it is the underlying reality of the world in which he lives. The Empire never ended. He only slipped away from the eyes of his subjects. As one projects a film on the wall of a prison, it has hatched for them this world of fantasy, this shameless fiction that most spectators take for a scrupulous documentary: nineteen centuries of history and the world that results from it. . But during the projection the war continues. Those who refuse to watch the film and believe it to be real are ruthlessly hunted down: we do not let them out of the theater, they are massacred in the toilet. Some, out of prudence, give up the change: they remain seated facing the screen, their eyes closed and their minds awake. They follow their own voice, they serve another king ”

(Emmanuel Carrère, I am alive and you are dead, Philip K. Dick, 1928-1982, Biography, p. 262, Ed. Du Seuil)

Limit of the world

19 Tuesday Jan 2021

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Everything is always the same. The rest, a limitless background on which movements are useless forms. Nothing function… the rooms no longer correspond, the rooms are endless corridors, in silence. So many voices in the head, a single sovereign brings order there.

Language speaks by itself, out loud, no one hears. The words approach like a mirror, the voice is loud but it can be silent.

Habitable places always have limits. Any space left at the mercy of itself freezes. The pain of dropping levels is the only true antidote I know. Feeling like little flames lit in the night… always on the balance and always about to extinguish.

I don’t have time now

04 Monday Jan 2021

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” I counted my years and discovered that I have less time to live going forward than I have lived until now.
I have more past than future. I feel like the boy who received a bowl of candies. The first ones, he ate ungracious, but when he realized there were only a few left, he began to taste them deeply. I do not have time to deal with mediocrity. I do not want to be in meetings where parade inflamed egos.

I am bothered by the envious, who seek to discredit the most able, to usurp their places, coveting their seats, talent, achievements and luck.

I do not have time for endless conversations, useless to discuss about the lives of others who are not part of mine. I do not have time to manage sensitivities of people who despite their chronological age, are immature.

I cannot stand the result that generates from those struggling for power. People do not discuss content, only the labels. My time has become scarce to discuss labels, I want the essence, my soul is in a hurry…

Not many candies in the bowl… I want to live close to human people, very human, who laugh of their own stumbles, and away from those turned smug and overconfident with their triumphs, away from those filled with self-importance, Who does not run away from their responsibilities ..Who defends human dignity. And who only want to walk on the side of truth and honesty.

The essential is what makes life worthwhile. I want to surround myself with people, who knows how to touch the hearts of people …. People to whom the hard knocks of life, taught them to grow with softness in their soul.

Yes …. I am in a hurry … to live with intensity, that only maturity can bring.
I intend not to waste any part of the goodies I have left … I’m sure they will be more exquisite, that most of which so far I’ve eaten.

My goal is to arrive to the end satisfied and in peace with my loved ones and my conscience.
I hope that your goal is the same, because either way you will get there too .. “

Mário de Andrade

Wilkinson Microwave

Fake world

02 Sunday Jul 2017

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Hypernormalisation = Word invented Alexei Yurchak. Pretending is accepted as normal and the fake reality as real.

“When reason, common sense, and decency are assaulted often enough, then personality is crippled, and human intelligence disintegrates or is warped. The barrier between truth and lies is effectively destroyed Schooled in such a climate, fearful and deprived of any intellectual initiative, Homo Sovieticus could never be more than a mouthpiece for the party’s ideas and slogans, not so much a human being then, as a receptacle to be emptied and filled as party policy dictated.” (Ellis 1998, 208)