_ A room of my OwN _
First chapter: Periodic Analysis of why I have
not come to B
It is to my knowledge that I have not been and might never B: la chair encombrante
voir embarassante qui peine à se justifier à ce jour.
Qu'en est-il de son existence si soi n'est pas?
Comment justifier The Hours interminables...
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input // echec
de communication //
march 30th 05:
Today I woke up with an odd feeling, something not quite right. I woke up not knowing
where I was. The feeling that I was on the border of something, in an airport, in a non-world, in a non-existence.
And yet this is where I Xist, in the Non. It's as if I have not landed, between 2 worlds, caught between 2 cultures,
the ever dilemma of being brought up into 2: 2 languages, 2 countries... and I'm in between, and i live things there,
breath things, see things that I'm not quite sure others Xperience.
Like something from my dream had come into my every day life or maybe like
I had taken it into my existence. It did not want to leave me, made me confused, am confused. Why for instance did the sun, have
that certain glow. Colours seemed odd, as sounds did the same.
That guy did it, fully woke me...
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