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The little girl with a red jacket watched the horizon fading away at the bottom of the Austrian Ocean. She believed that notwithstanding the peaceful nature of the Abyss the awkward flavours of humanity did not seem to better over the recent circumstances and thus decided to immerse herself once again in the wild civilization lingering way few miles above. The penguins, the salamander and the old butterfly shook their heads in a form of utter disbelief while the old man without a head thought that this was definitively generating a sense of anxiety around him. They all started to move at once towards their benign and obsolete future…
The girl with red shoes, the penguins, the salamander and the butterfly were evolving in a world which was setting new grounds, tentacles and channels on a daily basis. They could not grasp the oddity of it and were quite frankly impermeable to any concept of this nature. Instead they decided to dance and sing in mute voices to celebrate the beauty that resided in the inner self of any being, whichever or whoever it is. When this was done, they sat on a bench next to an old man and remained still for a long time.
Wandering in a world which was losing its meaning step after step, the Penguins looked at the ground underneath them and discovered shadows of worlds that had been, worlds that could have been and worlds that would never be. All of them were moving around like brainless sparrows with no apparent sense of direction or purpose. At that moment they understood that the point was not that much what had to be done but how they were to do it and they noted with an immense feeling of satisfaction that nothing which they might have done or omitted to do in their tiny lives of penguins lost in this or whichever other nonsensical world could shame them. They felt proud about it and when looking at the salamander, the butterfly and the little girl with a red pullover they sensed without being in a position to prove it that they were all in the same position. Who was the culprit? did they wonder but they could not respond to this absurd question because their perception of the world was blurred and ineffective. The girl tried to speak but no sound emerged from her childish lips.
Trying to follow a straightforward line…
La cathédrale de Rouen – (v2)
Dancing spirits…
The unbearable darkness of our nights…
Totally unrelated…
Reconstruction, déconstruction, reconstruction…
Eric Tistounet 