Un Homme Pressé – Extrait 42
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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