Un Homme PressĂ© – Extrait 60
to pour in his hears. Some actors, some readers, some place where to do this stuff, more in details. He fitted in change like a bee on the verge of getting her throne. Gosh, one nice comment, and another one, and he had to quickly escape these fake illusions, keeping fighting hard for what was in front. Yes backlash as well, ensuring everything went to order. Fortunately, they were as different as the layers of earth, and came one negative criticism, and another one, and another one. Morning after the mourning, this nice situation where he met some interested people in the play, and faced criticism of his writing, of his play, of his directing. Well everything wasnt fixed, and everything wasnt meant to be all in place. More on the contrary. 23 Left to the right The first rehearsal done, more confusion came than a clear final plot in mind. During his browsing time, to kill some minutes that were spent too fast, he went on the net, and inputted the whole text in one search engine to check for possible references. From cinema, to arts exhibitions, to other writings, his text was a mere patchwork from another view, of course, still, a mere patchwork. As time went on, and lines were stacking up through a series of white paper, ideas, style of writing, were something he felt personal. Still, taking the time to read around, he could see he didnt invent anything, he didnt create anything. Who would it be to think so? Reading through books found by luck in a library, and by luck, he didnt mean he was in a library, he just left his eyes through the shelves as soon as entering, and here came a quest he enjoyed a lot. Browsing around, speaking altogether, he discovered some new and new books. And gosh was it his culture that was framed through the long education he has carried out. At every corner of a book, he would find something linking to something else, linking to what he personally thought, and hence reflected in his own writings. How would copyright stand at a time where everything is shared? Would it be a limit to creativity? Well he didnt know, and values a highly expected: What the hell If it was already done, so it was, still he had to do it. An inner voice spoke to him: Come on man, you are just reinventing the wheel there, whats worth??? At least, I am inventing something, am I? Perhaps you are rethinking it through another point of view, still wont go as far as reinventing the wheel. Ok Nothing new in what you wrote Nice Just the spectrum of what you see from what youve read, messed up with lines of emotions you personally fell True, I am always falling for emotions Still, are they true? He couldnt stand speaking to himself even more. He joined the patio, and just took a break from any thoughts, any thoughts at all. The house was planning to have a barbecue, perhaps time for him to add his stone to the life of this house. Joy of the life in the UK, supermarkets were opened even on a Sunday. So he joined Justin and the flat mate to go over the shopping list. As soon as the car parked, he took control of driving the shopping cart, and from there on, he was the unique meeting point around the supermarket, meeting point of two other electrons meeting him the alleys with a pack of stuff pouring into the cart, every time. He just let his mind drift, when he saw the composition in colors, in writings, in categories, lying in front of him. How to get lost in a supermarket? Might be another play he always had a dream since he was a child of being lost a night in a supermarket. Still, there, we werent at night, and the alleys were crowded by people hurrying between shelves of various products, always going for what they were looking for, at least an idea. And came the time at the cash machine, and the loading in
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