Un Homme Pressé – Extrait 43

Un Homme Pressé – Extrait 43

ones. Justin went to the TV and turned it on. What can I put that wont bother anyone in the room? He thought. Straight Sky Sports blurred its amount of info to the screen. Football, cricket, rugby, it gave one hour of peace of mind. He still had the papers from Henri next to him. He chose to dare a look. 10 Likely or not 3 Act III Angriness start to blur, the dices are starting to get red, Impatience is taking all over the place. Deep in the blossom of the gentle night Is when I search for the light Pick up my pen and start to write I struggle, fight dark forces in the clear moon light Without fear, Insomnia, I cant get no sleep. I used to worry, thought I was going mad in a hurry Getting stress, making excess mess in darkness Jean-Pascal throws the dices. The Game Officer - Ubiquity Square you're facing your evil twin. What are you discussing about? Jean-Pascal - I dont know, who is the evil, my twin? Ok. The Game Officer - Let s see, have a discussion with him. Another Jean-Pascal is coming onto the scene. They are starting to chit chat, then nervously they both stand up, the discussion is going on and on and on. After 5 minutes, the Game officer decides to interrupt the discussion and calls it off. The Game Officer- OK, looks like you both like to speak, and you both agree to disagree. Lets cut it now, it spoils the fun. Did you reach any interesting points? Jean-Pascal No we just both agree that we disagree. The Game Officer Ok sounds interesting, Emilie, lets come to you. Emilie Yes, and here are the dices The Game Officer Ok 2, you are arriving on Myth Square. You re escaping reality, you're in a long long long corridor, too many places around, and only one piece of string of the ground. Emilie - Ok I am trying to follow it. I am lost anyway, so lost for lost. The Game Officer ok so follow it! Emilie is walking in round and round and round in a snail shape to finish exactly over the square she was meant to be on. Emilie Fantastic, so why the line, I could have gone straight... The Game Officer I didnt make the rules, I am just applying them. Its mainly pointing out that you dont forcefully have to go straight to go to your destination... thats all folks. Jean-Pascal, your turn now. Jean-Pascal - Ok, Ive got to do a 10 to go through the finish line, come on dices, don t let me down. Hes blowing on the dices, rubbing them on his sleeves, and after other strange dances on his square, he is throwing the dices. The Game Officer Ah, At last, ok, how much? 3, thats excellent. Silly attitude and youre falling on drunken Square, what a nice coincidence. Jean-Pascal- Yep, I believe. So whats the goal, I am struggling to clearly identify the concept of ethylism The Game Officer - What an elitism Jean-Pascal - Yep, nice to say but I am still lost in the obscure dregs of the instant here! What do I do? The Game Officer Nothing, youre not able to, you're just losing ten days. Jean-Pascal - What? Simply losing them??? Nothing more, no more information The Game Officer - Yep you just lost them, now go ahead, you lost your turn as well, give the dice to the next player. Martas turn, she throws the dices. The Game Officer - Ok, 3 +4 7 Classical square just before the finish line. Time to dance to a music. Marta, let s bring some of the nice hot music you've got. Marta Yep, put the track on, I just will need somebody to join me Jean-Pascal I am up for it, what kind of music are we performing so? Won t be a ballet, tell me. The Game Officer Yep, not exactly, but you still have to get dressed up. As it was Martas turn,Marta, would you mind dancing a nice sevillana for us? Marta vale, ok come here Juan. Its nice and easy, just perform these easy steps with your feet, and follow me. For the

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good, calm is key to happiness at some stages. A voice is coming from behind, cutting Emilie in her answer: Romain - Bull*cks, do not believe in that, thats all. Lets continue the game. Hubert Yep, Ok 3 and 4, 7 case discretion The Game Officer It s too dark for us to see, It s too long for us to know. Hubert Whats your question? I leave it to your discretion. The Game Officer ok you've got to say one thing true about you. Hubert - The most true thing about me? I am always lying to myself, the best way to live is to live on a velvet underground. Ok let s give some thought. Looking at Alexia Ok, the most basic truth: I am a man, and I am a lesbian. The Game Officer Please no cheekiness and seduction on the board, it will destroy the whole spirit of the play if you start by messing each other mind. Ok romain, your turn. Romain yep yep never let it go, and... The Game Officer Oh la, 9, let s see where its leading us A dark square is coming out of the ground of the scene, and Romain is calmly walking to it. The atmosphere begins to be darker, a cold wind is blowing down the theater. Silence is surrounding everything, the spectator can only hear the sound of the steps from Romains feet. Romain I am Romain, and I am roaming god knows where, why am I having now quite a lot of memories coming back to me? Why is it getting cold? Why am I the only speaking? What have become to the rules of this game now???? I am getting bored, nothing to do, just walking down here. Ah Hi Alexia, yep you as well, you are not moving, you look like a stone. Next Square, he is passing by Hubert Romain - Hubert you as well, first Ive ever seen you speechless. Ok thats definitely getting too complex, I am quitting! Suddenly, once arriving next to the square he was meant to be on, the black box opens, and a great white light comes out of it. Then, no idea, no words, nothing. A cardiac stroke hurt him. He falls down. The Game Officer - Yep you are already out so... bye. Ok next player All the players are getting quite stunned by what theyve just witnessed. Alexia Nobody told me we were as well playing our life down this game The Game Officer Its life, its a game. 8 Think about it, or dont Justin went back from university after a brawl he took part in. As usual, he spoke and took an active part in a discussion he was not first involved in. He defended points not worth to be defended. Still points to be added to a discussion that appeared to only head into one direction. In the evening, he parked his car to the garage shop. Two days, full maintenance. He took the bicycle in the boot and went back home, sliding between lanes, between cars, keeping running in a crowded path where this lane was the only priority he had on the road. Cycling, his mind went on thinking on another road, the road of information: You can know what I am watching. You can know what I am interested in. You can know what I am searching. You can know why I am reacting. You can know all that, and still you might be missing the point. I am a living entity, and my deep down wish is to keeping getting surprised by what youve got. Without any notice on my news feed Without any notice in my readers reaction Without any notice on my profile view Without any notice on what to expect I am here to get surprised. You know what I might not like, so will you? Bam, the final slope and he arrived home, only to see Henri deep into stack of papers. Justin picked one lying next to the door. Well, not before he went to the kitchen to fill one glass and one ice cube, the deep encounter of a spirit and its solid matter. He joined the living room, adding his breath and this scent to the atmosphere. Henri was deep into his thoughts, his perhaps, more likely some general

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produce 1KWH in normal conditions, normal daylight, free context. And the results were adding up. For one unit produced by a square meter of nuclear, come numerous land units used to produce one unit through wind energy, through solar panel. Oil no, he didn't speak about oil, oil was out of frame. *** The remaining of the day was far from energetic if we may use this play of word. Drowned in the day to day business, he browsed his mail, sent few replies, planned actions on projects currently underway, and went back home. Situation there was calm, and relaxing. He started by a glass of whisky, no ice, and went to news from his group of friends. Via mobile, via emails, via social engine, via many things that took his mind away during at least two hours. Dinner time, he faced it. Something had to change, and he decided to update his CV and browsed for jobs. Looking through one, looking through many, he took 10 minutes to write a sensible covering letter: Henri Moufettal Email: HYPERLINK "mailto:waterprod@gmail.com" waterprod@gmail.com Reference: To join the future Bristol, the 27th of March 2011 Dear Madam, Dear Sir, I would appreciate very much if you could take my application to the position of into account. Fast learner and motivated. With this wonderful opportunity, I will hit the ground on the first day at work and will work efficiently towards the enablement of initiatives from me, from the team. At Babylon, I worked on New Projects, either under my responsibility, or being a key actor in their implementation. There, lean creativity is a principle that applies from project design to production and being continuously reviewed with all partners. My last experience exposed me to your industry, a field I want to get more involved in. Along previous experiences, I will give a shot at analyzing the situation, without paralysis and provided key insights through a clear synthesis. We will define from there key actions that will bring direct benefits to the bottom line of the business. I am looking forward to this opportunity and our future discussions. Along your teams, we will continue support the successes your company is known for. Yours Faithfully, On that, he went back to continue writing the play he started. Mind on, switched off, his brain was always working, so better find white papers to be filled. As usual, his mind didnt have the global picture of what needed to be done, of where he was going to, so simply he continued to write. He did find original the way each word was typed black and white imprinted for a short time before the next erase. In this dynamic art, he saved at times, his folder of draft keeping growing up. Draft is one of his look, always have to try, see after what comes. Show no regrets, support the remorse. He saw in his very own, but still negative, POV, a workable matter for his next chapter. Having a contradictory mind, the actors starts to enjoy the situation. 9 Likely or not 2 Act II Players are starting to get into the game Emilie is throwing the dices, she is going to queen square. A song from Queen starts in the back of the theater and a question rose: Who wants to live forever? Emilie got to answer, but feels the need for a joker and asks to listen the song again. Emilie No, I am so shivering in my impatience now, that even in my coffin, I will still be not calm. Death is bringing me peace, and is the nice end point giving all the values of life, isn't it? Alexia- Emilie, Arent you a little bit sad? That s quite straight forward of course, but thats the start of nothing more. Emilie who cares about the end? The interesting is at the beginning and in the middle, don t you agree? Alexia No way, that would mean to end everything whenever it s getting calm. Calm is

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The Game Officer Welcome to Looping, we've got today 5 players for this round: Alexia, Romain, Hubert, Emilie, Jean-Pascal. First, no debate between players as soon as the dices have spoken. Secondly: the dices have all power, you cannot contest their figures. Third rule: I am ruling it all, and nobody can contest my decision, no question regarding the white book I will be filling in. Fourth rule: no complaint, no swearing Ready or not, the remaining of the rules will come during the game. First step, please select a symbol Alexia Ok, I will go for the bear, I like bears. Jean-Pascal ok, if it s got to look like us, I will take the hard top. Romain I am taking the elephant, don t ask why, It was that or a duck and Id rather walk straight. The Game Officer Ok, please, do not enter in psychology of each one, that would destroy the spirit of the game. Another rule. Emilie I am taking the parrot, it gives me the opportunity to have a nice relaxing discussion during the breaks. Hubert Ok I am coming last, still in the basement, so I am taking the bottle of wine. The Game Officer Ok good, let s continue with the rules. The game is played with two dices. The language to be spoken is fair, and will be English, no question about that. Hubert leaves the dices falling. 5 and 2 The Game officer 7, Square Igloo, you've got the choice to end the game now and retire or continue by throwing another time the dices. Hubert Ok, I want to see what s next, give me back the dices. Alexia throws the dice The Game officer double six, you've got the right to gain the bonus you would like Alexia Oh, everything? The Game Officer Everything. Alexia Thats gonna take a while The Game Officer You've got 5 seconds Alexia Ok let me think The Game Officer Five Four Three... Alexia Ok, I want to see the end. A light is arising. The board is emptying and leaving place to a big bright light arising. A Big bright Yellow sun is coming in sound, the sound of music brings everybody in the middle of the board, The end is released on the screen at the back. Two minutes afterwards, the lights are coming back. Every single player comes back to their place. Alexia- Ok, what s the interest of the game, to get a sun tan? The Game Officer come on, wouldn't be funny to unveil the finish line now... it s a game. You wasted your option, what can I say? Alexia- don't know, give me more indications next time. The Game Officer ok next player to throw the dices. Light of the night I enjoy your caress In a morning breeze I take up this flight Nonsense is what leads me To this portal 8 Wrestling time Came Monday morning. No notice, just a daft look from his shopkeeper. Shops opened 7/7 20/24 345/265, an ad to how he should live his life in itself. Back to the office, he took the time of a coffee and a quick chitchat to recap on the week-end. PR brought all things together to make sense, and here started the communication process. This morning, following the news in Fukushima, his agency was challenged to win a contract on a nuclear actor. Two months ago, the plan was to develop even further, now it was more looking to not going backwards. The agenda now reached a halt. Public opinions were all focused to this actor bringing energy to their kettle. So here came the dance of the meeting, think, create, and develop a business plan to win the contract. Straight he thought in a one-two: how to relax people minds now and get their eyes out of this negative foreseeable future. Perform a green initiative like Shell, bring power back to flowers? Well, another voice came and gave impulse to compare efficiency between modern power plants. The best defense is attack, and so came the efficiency parameters. How much land do you need to

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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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