Exhaustion. Everywhere around grasping new keys from a culture that starts to make its full sense in my strange mind. An exhaustion accumulated happily over the last couple of couple of weeks. Happily releasing the pressure watching some episodes of one of the greatest serie around for me - Californication, that came back from a sleezy season 5 to a lovely season 6. A way to exit an exhaustion in its full spectrum, one that can lead to one of the nicest screenplay.
Reminiscing some of the highest scene of Fight Club. Being immersed in what is called a mobliert wohnung, very nice for me, nothing to install, everything at hand, yet the big white unexpressive wall in front of me everywhere. I just want to splash some colours all around. Get it alive. White is silence, white is unexpressive yet lovely in its unsettlement, orange is harmony, green is the light, red is my expression of desire, purple the one of , black the one of sticking the truth, Yellow the freedom, and Blue my favorite.
White is too normal, white is too French, white is too much protective. Give me some colours, Fell the vibes little F and live it.
Roots are here to make you grow, not to retain yourself.
Forget it.
If French is my mother tongue, English is my father tongue. Deal.
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