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danced. With the moves of the boat, they let their mind drifting away in a nice and careless move. One, two, three, four, hours, step dances. They all feel like in an inflatable castle, running on a sleepy marshmallow floor. Was it the drug? Was it the alcohol? Was it the ambiance? Gosh, yes, the only word of thought around was to dare, promises are fulfilled even more than first imagined. please give me the power to dream of even more The rhythm started to get totally crazy. He was drowning by the beats directly in the center of the room. A drink in one hand, the feet on the floating floor, he smiled, he drank, he enjoyed in his clothes of sexual metro stoppers, if the expression exists in English. He was in it, deep in it. In this place of insane not searching to define the sane in contrast. How long did this night last? One night, one week, ten years. From garden party to Glastonbury, from France to Spain, from Ireland to South Africa, all the waves of music leading to this floating boat, he didnt dare to recall. Just living the moment, free of any attachments, nothing to prove, nothing to stand by, just float and enjoy. It was that recipe that enabled him to free himself on public, free himself in bed, free himself in mind. All these nights, in a long series of Yeah, because thats worth it, more than any cosmetics sold by this French company. He did worth it because he knew he didnt. Contrast, power of contrast, you are enlightening all the senses given around. The boat was filled with these almighty imbalanced. All around if we saw it well, we were defining ourselves in a quest of imbalance. Well, he kept coming back to the definition and made the existence of it by proving the opposite. He resent the utterly good vibes, because he experienced the utmost fully-fledged worst, if it did exist. Simple as a story of binary. Fortunately, he was so drunk that his mind stopped slipping off and he was just a body devoted to the pleasure of letting go. And came a fuller crowd. To the sound of the extra beat of the song you are listening too, a bus, what did he say, a plane just landed on the boat. Touching, grasping, pouring liquids all around, sweating, it was a mix of a crowd that didnt wait for the day after. *** He didnt recognize the layout of his bedroom. For an obvious reason. A new house, a new morning, where did he stall last night? What happened? These questions will stay unanswered. Half drunk in this new shining morning, he walked back home, opened the windows to a new writing. 7 Likely or not 1 The curtains are getting opened, the frozen sound from one simple music is starting to fill the theater. Colored square are moving around and taking place on the scene to create a board. The landscape begins to be filled with dices. A prism is set up on the upper left of the scene, and leaves a white light from one spotlight to divide in a wonderful spectrum down the scene. First Act Rules and players No clock, no time, no space, no indications whatsoever, five people standing under the spotlight. Here we are. Marta Que estamos haciendo alli ? no me acuerdo de lo que ha pasado ! Romain cet endroit est bizarre, jai pas idée d avoir emprunté une porte ces derniers temps, jétais juste en promenade dans un parc, merde, je suis déjà groggy ???. Alexia Yep, I am wondering the same thing, that s very strange, this looks quite original. Jean-Pascal lève les bras au ciel Jean-Pascal tain, donc on a aucune idée de ck'on fout ici ! Hubert Was passiert ? Ich habe keine Ahnung was Sie hier machen. Das ist unglucklich, oder glucklich, ich weiss nicht. A light and sober music introduces the Game Officer. Hes coming dressed in a very nice costume with a notebook in his left hand and starts his introduction speech:

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away, no time to spare on a beautiful Saturday morning, it was raining, it was cleaning out all the mess the streets saw, and his thought on the movie he watched the day before was deeply imprinted in his emotions. Let me sleep. His brain did not let him this chance. Only for one hour, an hour he spent on waking up and putting notes on the pads next his bed, and bam, the door went slammed. On a burp, he gathered forces and jumped on his feet. He went to prepare his morning tea before sitting in the living room. A living room. Where is the noise, he is asleep, doesnt he have an appointment this morning? His brain went to wake him up, sharply, noisily as if nobody could care less. For sure, there was a reason, even if he couldnt think of one right now. Justin sat by the living room, and mumbled, sent him away and took the deck of cards to restart a game. He stopped Henri to give him some letters that arrived this morning. A bank statement, directly thrown on a stack of papers to keep. A mountain of papers that was building up since three years, no organization, only thrown above in the order of when it was first received, one way to look at inventory. If one asked, he would surely have it, ok give him time though. 6 Chess mate Five oclock, it was tea time and time to enjoy a late afternoon where rains spare its forces for once. Five oclock, drinking time for this Saturday England is a crossroad between a whole European youth seeking the English fluency card required in any job today. In this board game, this was the time, this was the scene, welcome. A field that is fertile with entertainment. It is advertised on tee-shirts tonight under the theme: What do I think? Look to my top. Undress me, Gert Lush, I am 10% black, I am a lesbian. so many expressions written on white, black, purple, red tee-shirts and more and more and more colors. Tonight, the meeting point was in their house. Justin went for it, the IKEA experience did not bring him benefits apart from walking straight on a marketing road map where all thoughts were already mapped out. And so, the evening came, and so, started the night: The unknown knight WTF? I am sick of it, we are stuck on this couch. Tower Justin Well, better go it directly. At least, youve got the opportunity to jump around to make it faster. The king is stoned, he sleeps. The Queen So here we go? The Bishop Henri Always up for it, lets go Arthur The Pawn Arthur Ok They are gathering their strength and lift up a last glass to get forces. The bishop Henri So where are we going? Tower Justin To this place Ive been told about, Lights are extreme, the beats are awesome The Pawn Arthur Give me 5 minutes, preparing a coffee. The Queen Ah thanks, thats funnier than a game of queen! Still everyone can hop around in total disorder down there. Tower Justin Get in the car, were aiming far Justin opened the door and they all climb in the car. He slammed the door, and started up the engine. *** Hey Boys, Hey Girls, Here we go The Author kindly asks the reader to put Dracul from Infected Mushroom as a soundtrack to the following. Source: HYPERLINK "http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JoBGqyTiWQ&feature=related" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JoBGqyTiWQ&feature=related No waste of time, ten minutes in the queue along this boat and they were inside. Henri straight to the bar, the queen, straight to the restrooms, and Justin in the middle of the dance floor. Henri wasnt jealous of where his queen was going to. For the obvious reasons that, sadly, he never felt too many strings attached. So he started to move on one side of the room while she danced on another floor. This place lived right up to its promises. Crowded, full of youth, full of booze, full of sound. No one, no two, he

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take a shower and then we have to speak He looked like on ecstasy walking on a cushion of marshmallow that made the floor mellow. He was dripping sweat, and no more words at all. I could listen to him singing in the shower, silence, singing, silence, and singing. The water went to an halt, the noise went silent. Like water turning to vapors, she lost her attention to it, and went back to sleep. After a few minutes, back in the room, he opened the window. She woke up. It is freaking raining, are you crazy? I believe I am in a sauna right here, just 5 minutes, please Gosh, you are unbelievable, come here He went to dress up, first the socks, stopped halfway in his move. Come here, for freak sake All right, coming. He lied next to her, he was shaking like a nervous teapot on a verge of sustaining a critical pressure. Nothing Less, Nothing More *** Gosh Justin, wake up 11 AM, he lied there for 2 hours and didnt witness any moves. Nobody next to him. His flatmate came here to tell him there was a drift of cold air reaching the living room and he would appreciate very much if he could close the window. He closed it, and went to the living room with a warm cup of youve guessed it, was this the third thing he did, the fourth, the fifth? So many questions, so few answers, better not lose the time to keep counting. That is the spirit of this novel. Oh freak, I forgot it. Apologies, the author is going back to his silence. So in the living room, what was there? Living entities obviously. His flatmate was sipping in his cup of tea while the other one was watching TV. She was deeply attracted by it as no answer to his initial hello came out. Mate, Ive got to go to IKEA, mind joining? For what? Cannot they do deliveries For a time off, Justin, you need to go out and think of something else Henri, because you know what I am thinking Your feelings are transparent, I know you since 2 years, and Ive never seen you woke up at 7.00 to go for a run, come back speechless and dreamy Spot on, my car, your car? Whatever On that, Justin went outside and lit up a cigarette, this sacred break of his damaged lungs, asking for more. Brain has its drugs, that dopamine understood. 5 Nothing more, nothing less During one year, Henri worked as an undercover in a public agency giving sense to nonsense and turning subjects around in the sense of the clock, or not. Henri wandered around, and in the highly mediatized space surrounding him, he saw Paris, a discovery really bringing back the time-space continuum to reality, in a sequence of disconnected events tied together along emotions. It grasped his mind, those actors ate their way through his ears. I was disappointed by the series of American movies turning up, and watching back, got stopped once through Into the wild. In the mix of Inception and other over-Atlantic movies, I do find rather attractive this special touch from French cinema One key to be appreciated is to affirm the differences, not molding to the general streak. It s a matter of opinions. I am the first one exhausted in the French streak of movies emphasizing so much emotions or comedy losing the plot within an annoyed rhythm of a startled mind. Still, Paris achieved this balance of fiction and spectator involvement. The equation worked for me. Or I might have lost my child brain of being startled. Well, I do hope not, and I don t believe it. Le silence des émeraudes qui flottent dans ses yeux. *** He woke up this morning by the noise in the room next to his. WTF? 7 AM on a Saturday morning, which fuses did his flatmate blow this time? He doesnt give a damn, not on Saturday morning, he cannot afford to escape through work and would have to face it. But ah empathy, you are torning me aside His attention drifted

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we are meaning to meet again, I would love to build a bridge of confidence with you. You are still an unknown Its where we come in place, it s easier to speak to an unknown person. Really? You wouldnt believe. You would be amazed to see that what people fears from outside, is lying to their inside. Have a deep look to yourself. Think of a default you find in somebody else and that makes you deeply annoyed. Egoism Are you? I may be Here is my point. Our defaults are revealed by the mirrors of other. As a new person I am a virgin board in front of your eyes, you are unsettled and dont know where to begin and how to discuss. And on that, started a long therapy I am still on-going. I cannot say more on these interviews. Beautiful the secrecy of the oath of Hypocrat, so lets start. And well, I would like to share one point waking me up every day I like to be right, I love to be wrong. So come aboard this train of mystery, you dont know where its gonna lead you, neither do I. 3 Burp Introduction video: Visit Bristol HYPERLINK "http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PK71hMk0Xmw" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PK71hMk0Xmw The first day I went running, I remember it was raining, I went for an hour, totally soaked next to one of a big forgotten palace of East Bristol, England. Why? I woke up that morning, enjoyed a coffee, and another one. And before I knew it, I was reading the news around, reading is a big word, I was browsing the news offline, online, from tabloids to normal days newspapers to normal 0 to other 1. It made sense. I had the same gut feelings since the week before, it makes me suffocate more and more, so I went for a run, I went to blow air in the pierced lung of the society singing my morning. Running made me browse through life with no pause, with no fast forward or deep rewind, just a normal play of a good old VCR. Some would think I reflected, some would say I escaped, some would say, and I let them speak. What can I do? Not much, so I am running, yes walking as well. Like a coffee machine, thoughts were filtered through the efforts of my body, my mind was focused on the road, euh well not exactly, rather on my feet. Why? Looking down make you believe not much in the distance, looking far above makes me believe it is impossible to reach. So watching these sneakers, I kept the music to beat. Music a world of expression, a world of. Well, Electro is my running dance, no speech, no rhymes, nothing else than my perception on something, simple, and easy enough. Listening to a pop rock song in French, in English, in Italian or in German is like any crimes, searching about the reason for it. Categories were simple and in music, he could draw these recurring themes: Just do it Sex Love Time - Sadness - Another. Lyrics are bridging the gap to things I was trying to forget. Thanks. It is so depressive. After half an hour, my brain was soaked as well, from a deep calm brainwash, putting every particles of your brain upside down. Neurons were only there at this time to move my right leg, to move my left leg. Nothing more, nothing less, the best sense of achievement I had this day During the second half, I had to focus on my body, keep him awake, and that took all my efforts to focus on myself for so long. Since then, I keep running, that s a metaphor, a beat of a life aiming for more, aiming for change. Running was for me a way to put play on pause. 4 I am one of those lucky bastards who are showing no regrets. He came back home totally out of breath, he kept telling me this nonsense my brain wouldn't hear given the early time of the day. I told him to relax, to bring me a coffee, and yes: First, take a shower No massage First Take a shower No hello First take a shower What s up Glad you ask, first

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you are too much in a normal mode. Descartes, think French, and put more cards in your deck. Descartes Joker and queen of hearts Copernic Again, you are stepping away, it is a debate but you are focusing too much on the game you have in hand. Descartes My I does that I know me. Pascal, give me a pack. Copernic Ok, I see, still not time to have lunch Henri I am eating, therefore I am Einstein I am burping, therefore I am digesting CopernicI am deleting myself, therefore I am withdrawing from the game Law I am structured therefore I am building myself, or perhaps even better in the other sense BohrI am gravitating, therefore I am going to sleep Rodin I am recording, therefore I am writing Descartes Oh, guys, come on, couldnt we stop bringing chaos in this useless manner? I am going away because I am bored. Descartes leaves the group, to meet only more philosophers at the corners. There, he meets Aristotle, walking. They engage a discussion still walking. Lacan joins the first crowd. LacanDestructure all that, too much noise, we cannot hear what we say, I am opening the window Laplace that the Volpi- madness is Einstein the fuel Copernic or the Descartes direction of Bohr gradual rotation Picasso in an Darwin historical evolution Einstein Scream, Lothaire Continue, Quevedo Forfeit, Coriolis World is turning less and less round. And I thought my discovery was only going to apply on flushing the toilet Einstein Your passion starts today. Descartes Memories wipes out the past from its decaying support Darwin Time is putting it back to the beginning Henri Statement from bold spirits, I am following less and less the path of this discussion. Einstein It is in the emptiness we can find the full Henri Oh sh Never you shut up? Einstein Yes, I do, but even there, when I am going asleep, half of the world is waking up, sure one could continue to follow my train of thoughts. Buffett And how much money are you making from all that? Henri and Bam, just at the time we started to enjoy a mad discussion. Bye. 2 Writing is a way of Of what. At the time of the novel, the author, myself, went to review this trip. A reverse thinking coming from a puzzled mind. With all the senses given around, it was time I thought to reshuffle it, and do some reverse thinking. Are you lost? I am as well. I went by the psy today, and get some insights of my disease. Disease is where I am at ease, and I still believe we consider people crazy only if not thinking the same way as us. Accepting is a way, and this novel was my way to say some deep blossoming thoughts that are decorating the wall of my writings, and the passion I have been discovering. A trip, I hope you will get lost, no not this. Just to say it, you have all the clue in what is written below to make the novels stands by itself. Giving birth is translated as giving light in Spanish, I do believe any authors are even in fiction bringing some personal emotions that keeps the rhythm going. I am not spared by it, still it doesnt define me overall. So yes, Ive lost track, straight after this book, I went to see a psy, my first encounter to a world that I thought of paradox melting together. So tell me what youve got in mind? I had in mind to be on time So, why did you come here? To speak Of? What a brain can tell. Ok, lets start then Can I ask you? why did you consider to become a psy? Fair enough, I have always been attracted to social sciences, and the glue holding the whole together. My husband is a builder, and I have the same motivation. I am looking to straighten the bending wall, to repair the break appearing in it And meeting some people convinced of their sickness is helping you fulfill this goal? Why do you ask these questions? Because if

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celle des Hommes, écrase ma carcasse encore chaude, puis laisse mes yeux ouverts sur un spectacle que je nen peux plus de contempler. Le temps méchappe, et je ne méchappe pas à moi-même. Le but de ma vie? Dans les textes religieux, Il est loin dêtre écrit. Voir au-delà, au mieux. Devenir cet alchimiste moderne, tourner les non en OUI Jy arrive. Tant mieux. Jy arrive à oublier ces banalités, ces non, ces mines tristes, un coma de niveau 7 sur l'échelle de la mère Michel, durant dix longues journuits, donne accès à ce sous-programme complétement hacké dont je vous offre la fleur fanée. Cliquez sur démarrer pour vous en sortir. Exit Now Epilogue Voilà ce qui arrive. Maintenant, je n'ai plus de mémoire à court terme, enfin moins de RAM quoi, donc je conte. Et la danse continue. Et cest la vie qui ma surpris Emmanuel Lepage Bande dessinée Un printemps à Tchernobyl Editions Futuropolis 1 Walk by the countryside Nietzsche is walking by the side of a mountain. The sky is threatening and shows itself as totally unsettled. If only it had a face and a way to picture expression. Nietzche dares a look around. Nothing, but calm. He listens to himself, he settles on one side and finally goes over the mountain. As soon as he reaches a good walking speed, he bumps into Schopenhauer. This latter stops him, and starts to speak a German tainted with an accent from Munich. Nietzsche is totally bemused. So startled, he ignores him, Nietzche puts his walkman while Schopenhauer speaks of the essence of another engine. Nietzche continues along the road, he listens to the guy some of the times, but he is more focused, his eyes wide opened, to whats front. Rodin is descending the same road, on the same side, he is using a spell to sculpture the clouds. Camille is just next to him. She cannot understand from where all his emotions and activities are coming from. But she keeps walking by. Now, Nietzsche stops, he cleans several times his eyes and drinks a lot from his water bottle. The scene is like that, flowers are blossoming, spirits are vanishing. Subject Verbs and something else. Descartes enters the lense, Henri appears at the same time. Descartes The human is forcefully mechanic. Henri Storm is as well Descartes- In which references are you evolving? Henri the sky references Darwin Rules are evolving, who would be able to stay? Henri Well see. Stay is one dynamic to go. Copernic No, you should continue reframing, its useful to focus on the whole game rules and not only on the players. Henri Nice. Einstein Yep, still everything is relative. We cannot go faster than light, can we? Henri These framing discussions are making me sea-sick. Enough of frames, more actions! Einstein Well, it appears you need few to be unsettled Henri I am satisfied with it. Darwin So, here, now, is my theory still valid? Descartes Cogito ergo sum, still he cannot remember. Einstein yes, acknowledges the mad man. Descartes He is just next to the knight, the mad man cannot go over stuff, he can only attempt to avoid them in singular manners. Einstein Que nenni, I am jumping over and I come back. World belongs to the ones waking up early, and stands on the rules they are able to set. Henri Well, going further this way, I have to say, statistics are not my ethics, I would welcome some links. Einstein Ethics, Normal, Ethics? We are all coming from one exception, the world included. Descartes Exceptions validate the rules Einstein Rules that are bent, the only true ones. Darwin, you wouldnt stand against me on that. Darwin On what, on silence being the best tool of evolution? Marx Freedom of speech is the best asset for a revolution Henri were in digital age, speech will have to dematerialize Descartes Ok, now I am unsettled. Einstein Oh

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loin, toi dis moi... B- Déjà, moi, et puis bah oui au supermarché. Il a quoi de super? B- Il roule pas au normal. Et sinon? B- Et si oui, tas la reponse à ta question? Quelle question? B- Tu joues au con. Oui, toujours, jen suis le roi. B- Ah, ça, tous les jours. Le téléphone sonne. B- La sonnerie est bonne. Tu vas pas decrocher? B- Non je suis un addict de cette musique. ca sonne, je ris. Tout change, B- Rien ne reste pareil. Dis-moi on va du pareil au même B- Oui, ça mène nulle part. Par quel biais? B- Le téléphone continue de sonner Je continue de vibrer B- Tu ne réponds pas? Je peux pas, je parle avec toi... B- Ca te protège de quoi? De la pluie, des incidents... B- Tas une dent contre qui? Je suis contre toi. B- Oui bah, écarte toi! La vie est belle. B- Une belle banalité. Toujours. B- Jamais, sans mais. Tu te mets à parler allemand comme ça? B- Tu deviens compliqué à ce point la, je ne te suis plus. Je ne suis plus toi. B- Las-tu été? Non, même pas en hiver. une façon de parler quoi. B- Bah, Napprends pas le verlan. L'envers du decor remet lendroit à léquilibre. B- Et ça libère. Back to the past B- Tu fais une suite? Je connais déjà les mains des joueurs, c'est du passé. B- T'es sûr de gagner! De finir gaga, oui, tu sais ce que jai en main. B- Je sais deja pas ce qui m'attend demain. Les demains sont lents. B- Tu joues à quoi? A faire peter les plombs dans les étaux de la raison. B- Pas de signes parlés, juste de lécrit. Des petits cris qui peuvent se comprendre B- A nous prendre pour des cons Cest ton jugement. B- Ah bon un juge qui ment? Sérieux? B- Qui ça, André? j entends pas sa musique Non, ce site la tuer? B- Mets le R sur raisonnable, cest du virtuel. Ca fait plus de syllabe et ça n a que peu de vertu. B- Et encore un si... Je ne trouve plus le là... B- Pourquoi tu rigoles? Pourquoi je pleurerais? B- Parce que tu es triste. Ce nest pas une raison. B- Ok, bon encore un mauvais son de corde. Une corde qui va tout faire sauter B- Bêtises et autres sottises en sauts de puces Remarques B- Prêt, partez T'es con B- Oui, tu me las deja dit. Et tu réagis pas. B- Je ne panique pas. Tu pars et t'es pas payé? B- Il manquerait plus que ça. Je tai dit j ai perdu le la! B- Cela désacorde le tout. Quest qui définit le tout? B- ce qui ne compose même pas le rien. La negation peut tout definir alors B- L'or n a que la valeur qu'on lui donne. le oui definit quoi alors? B- que des choses partielles et segmentées, c est beaucoup moins vrais un oui. Ah bah ouais Pas tout. Les fleurs de lâme éclosent en cette fin de journée. Elles sont disposées à recevoir la rosée salvatrice, glissant avec douceur et légèreté le long de ce lys. Des idées sont confinées au passé, la douceur de la monarchie séchappe de notre vision pour simplanter au sein de nos propres idées. Le cerveau formaté à recevoir des infos classées. Il ne peut légiférer, et subit cette contamination. Au loin, des êtres craints créent un avenir incertain. Comment suivre ce chemin et sans doute aucun? Vaquer sur ces routes éclairées par leurs idées partagées. Dans nos contrées et au delà de notre pays, à létranger. Si javais su que ma première destination était la dernière. La vie continue, les lieux communs mengloutissent sous les flux et reflux du commun des mortels. Je me suis donc retrouvé à courir après ce temps futur, sur des temps passés que je me suis volé. Mes premiers délires post adolescents sallient alors avec mes désirs du présent. Ce que je ne pouvais faire il y a quinze ans, un jeune vieillard allait les actualiser, les mettre à son ordre du jour. La vie sécoule tranquillement. Je prends le temps. Les journées passent, et dans leurs lectures, je me noie. La froideur des murs,

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