Un Homme Pressé – Extrait 46
reading: why didn't anyone rebel in this game? I thought I did instill some drama in the second act. Havent you witnessed Romain disappearing the scene in some disarming move? Yes, but even there, he didnt react Because he didnt have any choices Choices are up to the one making them. Get me right, we are speaking of real humans or actors already knowing they are in a play? It went this way, because it went this way. Can you explain why we didnt stand for other choices during our long lasting history? Ok Fair enough, still I wrote this part, tell me if its fitting the plotline. Yes, I will read it in time, thanks. Henris head was spinning. Wasnt it forward? The power of fear, Romain dead walking to its fate, it was pretty impressive conditions to any future mental thoughts. Kafka symbolized it under the characteristics of one person in the trial. The whole power of the society centered on one man, with no way to defend himself and even more powerless as the pages went to their end. Justin and the other flat mate started speaking of another subject when Henri offered to pour another glass of red wine this time. And he stayed in this silence, a silence describing him, humanizing his thoughts, setting up the scene of his imagination. The fear he always had when writing was to make it personal. He thought each writer had in its writing time, this unique book that cannot be finished, because too much personal, because still ongoing. When Henri felt something going all wrong, he sat, reflecting on it, in silence. When Henri felt something was getting great, he sat enjoying it, in silence. Well yes Henri, but why don t you stand for your actors and make something good happen? It depends of your definition of good. As for me, I just look in front and with respect to all the crap that happened in the past, I know the exit would even be better, perhaps not now, perhaps not tomorrow. You see everything being balanced? A balance is defined by its property to measure the weight of imbalances, doesnt it? The other flat mate was over listening the discussion when her phone rang, and she left the garden to the house. The discussion continued between Justin and Henri till a point of sleepiness reached both eyes of the actors. The moon wasnt warming the night enough, and its dim light led them to come back inside, each on their way to their flat. 14 Characters of this social glue are imprinting the landscape around Henri read what Justin wrote, and was pretty happy about the results. He didn't change anything, and rather went to write a poem, possibly a song, on his latest thought. He likes to be right He loves to be wrong He can hear the gong And fading away the light His box went closed His spirit dead That was another day Under the name of a play Came a ring around He poured another one Glass were filled Their mouth sealed In one smile To the moon Time to lie Relax soon Enough, Enough, Enough Sleep was the lady juicing out the forces from him. And his eyes went closed on his keyboardfhjskh sdfhioh ejreiwjnfjsdfsdj ikdjskfsdi fsfklqwqño qaqq vskfjosa. 15. Crazy, jealous and paranoiac, He woke up quite refreshed from a night where thoughts were finally laying along him in bed. Torments come from within. He went straight to prepare a cup of coffee and sat in the living room, joining the crowd of the moment, when Justin started to disrupt this morning monotony: Have you ever thought to put this play on scene? I would need to be directing, I would need actors Rely on friends I am sliding from the social glue holding a life together Come on, dont be pessimistic, what are you scared of? Whenever I watched a movie, I grasped the essence with emotions, so putting this play to the scene, gosh its gonna be
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