« the spoon is not in the bathroom » please repeat after me, this is your lesson 1.
I’m french, i guess – so i don’t speak fluent english, but i use it to propose french ideas.
I live with mistakes. I might be a girl or a boy, it depends on how the spoon answers to me.
For sure, the toothbrush is in my bathroom, in the scenery, this is a reality connected to the concrete reality.
Each object is a word owned to the sentence of our diary. It suits.
But the flesh is soft and often you are alone in front of this silent place, outside we hear the rumor, a city, through the window.
I’m surrounded by these objects in the apartment, rooms are stanzas of life. But will remain dead if i don’t activate them.
My place is waiting to open its eyes.
Where is it possible to recognize the overwhelming shadow of the void ?
But i guess in each day there is a reflection, some clarity, kind of a vicious sunshine. Open the curtains to deceive the indiscreet shadow we slept with.
Stretching out of the dark weight that we keep wearing and carry with you the picture of that place. Looking at… and engage a dialogue with the other, extricate ourself of its own image to finally open our eyes and learn far from what we believed in.
Until there.
Music : Mogwai « End »