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
Midnight skies, a white moon above them. Maybe a couple cigarettes, or a joint i'm not really sure. But by these nights you need smoke gently comming out of your lungs and going to reach the moon. Because you wont. It's funny or depressing how you always stay on your space rock and never get to go anywhere else. You'll always stay on the same literally shitty soil. Resigned to live under an economic regime that dictate what you will like, find cool, dislike, hate. An economic system that choose to help or not help you, and people with disabilities know that it rarely choose to help you. So they will let you die. If you're dead you can't show the flaws of that system anymore. Because humans are now meant to produce, to work. But if you can't work you're not seen as a human. This goes with any ideology that sees work as the way you're meant to live. From fascists to social democrats they want you the alcoholic to be dead rather then have to pay you food, t
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