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The idea is to connect.
That's why they are so many titles and names and words in my profile. Because from them I can jump again and again from one diary to another, one universe to the next.
You can disappear like that. Drown your identity. Your you. Forget.
The most exciting is the unexpected.
Ca fait deux semaines que T. est partie maintenant. Ne suis pas très sûr de savoir si je me sens triste ou soulagé. Sûrement, j'ai des questions plus urgentes à rêgler. La tune. La bouffe. Le loyer. Toutes plus ou moins liées entre elles.
Qu'elle merde d'écrire en francais. Putains d'accents. Il doit sûrement y avoir un moyen pour ne pas avoir à devoir aller à chaque fois les copier/coller depuis Word. "Tu m'as pourri mon groove!"
It took her 2 weeks to send a sign of life. "I have crossed half of the world and survived." It's important, wherever you come from. "Arrived well."
Not receiving such universal a sign, it can't be good.
You can say, "Had a safe trip." See also: "Had a terrible trip." Arrived well is implied then. Because sure enough, there are still very few hospital rooms in the world with an access to the internet.
I am a man of the 21st century. I believe women have brains. Some of them. Even though I'm afraid to say I haven't meet any for what is a long time now. Which may explain why I feel... well... like that. Meeting a smart, cultivated and literate girl, it's like you're in a library and you pick up a book because the title sounds good and you read the first page as you always do and it looks good and even though you've never heard about this author before, you have this great feeling that the world is a little bit bigger than you thought. That there is a new frontier.
That there is still room for something new.
A way out.
See also ASK THE DUST, by John Fante.
See also LES RACINES DU MAL, par Maurice G. Dantec.
See also LISTEN, LITTLE MAN, by Wilhelm Reich.
See also NAKED LUNCH, by William S. Burroughs.
See also FEAR AND LAUGHING IN LAS VEGAS, by Hunter S. Thompson. Long long before Johnny Depp gave the character a face. Long long before the Internet and the tons of info you can get in a couple of clicks on the most obscure writer you can run into.
That the book was written 70 or 2 years ago is irrelevent.
Bear in mind that the idea is to connect. Time is irrelevent.
It's not that I have not met some smart girls lately. There was just something missing. The little thing that makes all the difference between a good book and ASK THE DUST.
You can call it genius.
That's why they are so many titles and names and words in my profile. Because from them I can jump again and again from one diary to another, one universe to the next.
You can disappear like that. Drown your identity. Your you. Forget.
The most exciting is the unexpected.
L'idée c'est de trouver un taf. Ou deux. L'idée c'est de finir ce bouquin sur Reich et attaquer Foucault comme un enculé. Et y piger quelque chose suffisamment longtemps pour en triturer une idée qui plus tard pourra peut-être me permettre de me pointer devant le jury d'admission de Columbia et dire: "J'ai une idée, les gars!"
Ca fait deux semaines que T. est partie maintenant. Ne suis pas très sûr de savoir si je me sens triste ou soulagé. Sûrement, j'ai des questions plus urgentes à rêgler. La tune. La bouffe. Le loyer. Toutes plus ou moins liées entre elles.
Qu'elle merde d'écrire en francais. Putains d'accents. Il doit sûrement y avoir un moyen pour ne pas avoir à devoir aller à chaque fois les copier/coller depuis Word. "Tu m'as pourri mon groove!"
It took her 2 weeks to send a sign of life. "I have crossed half of the world and survived." It's important, wherever you come from. "Arrived well."
Not receiving such universal a sign, it can't be good.
You can say, "Had a safe trip." See also: "Had a terrible trip." Arrived well is implied then. Because sure enough, there are still very few hospital rooms in the world with an access to the internet.
I am a man of the 21st century. I believe women have brains. Some of them. Even though I'm afraid to say I haven't meet any for what is a long time now. Which may explain why I feel... well... like that. Meeting a smart, cultivated and literate girl, it's like you're in a library and you pick up a book because the title sounds good and you read the first page as you always do and it looks good and even though you've never heard about this author before, you have this great feeling that the world is a little bit bigger than you thought. That there is a new frontier.
That there is still room for something new.
A way out.
See also ASK THE DUST, by John Fante.
See also LES RACINES DU MAL, par Maurice G. Dantec.
See also LISTEN, LITTLE MAN, by Wilhelm Reich.
See also NAKED LUNCH, by William S. Burroughs.
See also FEAR AND LAUGHING IN LAS VEGAS, by Hunter S. Thompson. Long long before Johnny Depp gave the character a face. Long long before the Internet and the tons of info you can get in a couple of clicks on the most obscure writer you can run into.
That the book was written 70 or 2 years ago is irrelevent.
Bear in mind that the idea is to connect. Time is irrelevent.
It's not that I have not met some smart girls lately. There was just something missing. The little thing that makes all the difference between a good book and ASK THE DUST.
You can call it genius.
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