[This is the seventh and last chapter of a short story called “Seven Days”.] The next morning, we woke up and had not moved at all. I wrote ‘morning’ for the sake of clarity, when the alarm truly showed 5 am. Being late was not an option so we quickly dressed up and went to […]
Month: September 2019
L’erreur, singulier pour le moins singulier
[Discours sur la question « L’erreur est-elle humaine ? »] L’erreur est-elle humaine, singulier pour le moins singulier ; peut-on vraiment parler d’unité quand sous le terme, les actions sont si diversifiées ? Quand l’ampleur de l’erreur va de la petite bêtise à l’aberration ? Inattention, malhonnêteté, préjugé ou perte de raison ; même les explications ne créent aucune union. Mais […]
Day 6: Friday or the Freedom
[This is the sixth chapter of a short story called “Seven Days”] I was the happiest I had been since we met, yet I could not get rid of the clock ticking inside me. Everything that day was our first and last. First lunch just the two of us, first date in daylight, first time […]
Day 5: Thursday or the Finale
[This is the fifth chapter of a short story called “Seven Days”] The last day of the conference. I realise now how little you know about all the people we were with. Pity, but I guess every author must hand-pick their characters. Too late to introduce them now. Just keep in mind that they mattered, […]
Called it reality
[This is a speech on the quote “Not doubt, CERTAINTY is what drives one insane” Nietzsche] The world is a strange place. I don’t quite understand it; every time I think I do a new layer of reality appears. Out of nowhere. Or maybe it isn’t nowhere, maybe it was there, the entire time, […]
Day 4: Wednesday or the Revelations
[This is the forth chapter of a short story called “Seven Days”.] We had turned to lovers, in a silent agreement. I still do not quite understand how it happened so naturally. A part of me expected him to turn cold. Mistrust in his character? More probably mistrust in this sudden feeling of happiness growing […]
Mauvaise poésie et autres blessures
Mots interdits, chagrin secret, Je me maudis dans mes regrets. Et j’aurais pu, et je n’ai pas ; Je n’en peux plus, épargniez moi. Je peux encore faire des excuses, Je peux toujours crier mon tort ; Si c’est d’injustice qu’on m’accuse, Je peux crier jusqu’à ma mort. Ecoutez le chant du coupable, Si bien […]
Day 3: Tuesday or the Affection
[This is the third chapter of a short story called “Seven Days”.] The next morning was special as we had a lecture on cybersecurity; which meant an opportunity to talk some more as I had no intention of listening anyway. I do not remember how we got to this, but we started discussing literature. New […]
Face à la certitude d’être plus vieux d’un jour
[Discours sur la citation « C’est la peur du temps qui passe qui fait parler du temps qu’il fait » Amélie Poulain] Le temps est un tantinet complexe pour l’homme et pourtant, il n’est qu’humain. Car si tous les animaux tendent à témoigner d’une conscience de la temporalité, seul l’homme voit le temps comme […]
Day 2: Monday or the Attraction
[This is the second chapter of a short story called “Seven Days”.] The next day was the starting day of the conference. I was the first to speak and focused all my attention on the debate. As it happened, we did not interact much. It was difficult to see him from my seat at the […]