Un Homme Pressé – Extrait 63
view you are putting on it. From his personal insight, he was deep in accordance with himself, in a sweet piano note with the society surrounding him. He kept walking and walking and walking, meeting points with memories, meeting people with whom to share few words. He stopped at a bar next to the river, and enjoyed a final brew before process brewing his next writing, his next adventure. Would it be better putting that in drawings, rather than in words, next time? Who knows? He was the last one who would. The society was going into the decay of debates within the debates forgetting the roots we, as citizens, were fighting for. The ism disease, paternalism, colonialism, extremism of all kind were few of the nouns sorting out this way, escaping a way from a useful debate we all needed. At a critical stage of the evolution, of individuals, of businesses, he felt totally lost and with no powers whatsoever on what was going on. He chose this path, because it was his passion, he lived it with full senses on alerts, and would hope greater minds would leverage the best actions. Well no, so he started to come back in this societal tissue, and tried to bring his view, always looking for a constructive manner to handle the valuable debates we would face in the near future. But this wasnt contemporary fiction, it was reality, and Henri, wherever he looked, felt that this deadly serious game was perhaps too serious to lay his slight thoughts on. Change is a process that takes time, he believed in that, he would support that, still he couldnt anchor yet overall mature thoughts on the topic. He left that behind with no remorse, feeling he did what he could. Because dreams that come true are no longer dreams, he went out in the garden and enjoyed a nice barbecue with friends in the house garden. Simple as that, because what would it be necessarily complex? He loved to get lost, and totally confused, still some time, clear and specific context gave a nice frame for the course of actions he enjoyed more and more. Given we all evolved in a society, even if we tried to segment it in parameters as specific as the individual or as specific as a segment thought through a brain storm of a marketing team, the equation is evolving in some ugly complex difficult to understand equation. And worst of all, this equation would only live in the instant, like a photography, and would have to change dynamically with the context. So yes, after all that has been done, he left with no remorse, none at all. On that the night after, Justin and his half were halfway through their usual good bye night walk, on a bridge. Far in the distance, they saw a train. With all the lights on the inside cabin, it looked like an electrical decoration for Christmas. One last view to
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