Et de ratage en ratage, on s'habitue à ne jamais dépasser le stade du brouillon.
La vie n'est que l'interminable répétition d'une représentation qui n'aura jamais lieu.

---Hipolito, Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Bound

"He broke you."
Au contraire, ma chérie, he didn't break me.
He put me together - as best he could - every time, be it by action or word, no matter how unmade he was himself, only to disappear in the morning, leaving no trace behind.
His seeming alchemical trade followed by his nonchalant non-existence --- that was always the mistake.