about me : most people who knew me think I do nothing. the truth is the opposite : I’ve done all I could. even more, it’s them who haven’t done shit. I will not argue with anyone about this matter, not because I am vain, but simply : it’s too complicate. Really. I am in fact no longer in this, I have become something like a ghost. A ghost in the shell.
I think it’ll be around twenty years more, the time I exist. Neither living nor dead. there is no iris, unlike in “the waste land”. Only T.S.Eliot could put a flower in this harsh cold poisoned liquid named loneliness. And I can not be a nihilist, either. Hey. Ice cube on the cake.
To be living, I need something. That something, I don’t think I can find it myself. Withdrawn and a bit defeatism, but truly : it’s in the hand of god.