here I stand , in front of the desk , not your desk , not mine either , the desk . Here I stand , under my feet there’s wood, wood from the cabin : Rocky Bay . Rocky Bay is not a classical house made out of wood ; but if I have to talk about Rocky Bay I should talk about what it is before saying what is isn’t. So, it’s one of the most beautiful place I’ve ever been to ; but that probably won’t help you that much . A Bay, a Beach, some Logs (less then ever ) , a red Deck with a bench all around , a blue Table, some pots with nice flowers (sorry it’s hard to leave subjectivity , I think it’s impossible) : Lavender , Rosemary , some yellow one…, then a Cabin . Rock Bay isn’t just that , it’s a bigger propriety first , but it’s also a spirit ; something you can’t touch . I digress ; here I am standing in this cabin in front of the desk, a quoit nice one with cool handmade pots full of feathers and brushes , a pair of binocular and other junk on the top of this desk . Inside some white leaves and a lot of object and paper of different size and colors . I take a few sheets , more then a few , let’s say a bunch of sheets. With them I make a booklet to write stories that I have planned to make : that was the plan and as far that I know I’m using it . I was already imagining myself writing stories about mystical things ; describe the things you can’t touch . But a wise man one’s said “if you want to write something , you need a pen “ that old man didn’t knew about computer . Actually he didn’t knew a lot of things ; he didn’t hear about writing machine or simply about pencil. But for me he was right : I need a pen . Here I stand with my booklet in my hand and no pen ! I turn my head on the left no sign of pens , it was a mistake ; i should have never looked left ; left is always wrong , I mean look they’ve done with this country ! If right wing was in power , well… it would probably be worst ; I don’t blame them but I must admit that they handled the slave question quite badly … but i won’t say they are all dumb , they’re different… I look to the right : no pen. I’m getting anxious . I walk a bit around these blue armchairs . A shelf full of games and kids supplies : there must be a pen there . The anxiety was growing…, Rain forest animals tattoos but no pen. Pen, pen, pens ! It's bringing me crazy ! Bigger it grow, faster it grow : that’s my anxiety . I’m thinking to much ! what if there’s no pen ? how will i write about mike’s new car , Patrick’s problems with chocolate , and me writing this story ! Oh! an idea , ideas is one of the rarest things; Ideas can not be touched . The creative process of a writer is very different then mine ; because i’m not a writer . So usually ideas just pop’s up in my head , the idea depends of my mood what I’ve ate and the idea itself . I can tell when my ideas are good when it’s a bad one . and when i’m not sure it’s usually even worst . But this was a good idea ! writing about me trying to find a pen! Well, now that have done it , I feel happy sitting in one of the blue armchairs watching the bay thinking of this fish living in there with…
the end ,
julien perret,
2018 ,
July ,
the 27th
"Ah, je ne m'attendais pas à ce que sa soie toi qui sorte" dis-je machinalement un sourire nerveux aux lèvres. En réalité mon interlocuteur ne remarqua pas la légère pointe de stress qu'il m'a fallu surmonter pour pouvoir lui décrocher ses quelques mots. "Oui, il fait trop chaud à l'intérieur et la musique est trop forte mais ce n'est qu'une question de temps avant que j'y retourne haha" me répondit-elle. C'était absolument terrifiant, je ne lui avais jamais parlé autant - principalement car je l'évitais du mieux que je pouvais- et comme un réflexe pavlovien je sortis une cigarette et l'allumat. Il me fallait un objet de réconfort avec lequel je pourrais jouer avec. Tout en fumant je lui répondis quelque banalité pour me rendre enfin compte de ma condition et celle de ma surprise. Les effets de l'alcool tant désirés étaient venus, et jamais les pommes de terre ne parurent autant délicieuses. Je pris mon courage à deux mai...
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