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, June 18, 2014

Sometimes, while I walk,
I like to close my eyes.
Immediately, I find myself in a space in which only
the echo of my footsteps can be heard,
and my only guidance is the vibration it leaves behind.
At times, the vibration ceases - I am foliage swaying with the breeze -
and the only reason I keep moving is a need to break for utter silence.


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