Why today,

when I walk into a theatre I want to leave; even to see people I would love to see? Why is it that when I open a book at random, I can't wait to close it again despite everything in it that might interest me? Why do I suffocate in culture?

I want a body that carries me and legs that walk. I feel like not knowing who you are deep down if it means first having to confront your surface friendliness.

I'm a loose sum who can't stand the sterile ordering of thought. Stop your Hollywood gum or Pleiades, I don't care, you see and yet I don't have a gun to go out and tell you. No bowling, no Columbine.

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The final battle | Roy Scheider ready to blow the oxygen tank in the shark's mouth | Jaws | Directed by Steven Spielberg | 1975

Journal des Parques J-13

Nightmares and Iconographic Terrors or The Risks of the Spectator's Life. To emerge victorious implies at least not having fought the wrong fight.

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The Adult Invention | "Parents Balls" | Microfilm | Definitive Creatures © David Noir

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Adult, your world is a mistake from start to finish. You have been wrong and always will be. In doing so, you are dragging us, those of us who do not want to be part of your world.

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Image of an ass in the form of a self-portrait | David Noir | La Toison dort | Photo © Karine Lhémon

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"I don't want to be reduced to that," she will say. "It only shows one side of me," he'll counter. "Pretending to be something other than an ass" I'll say.

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Le choix du pire : A mort le libre arbitre | Any Tingay | Les Parques d'attraction | David Noir | Photo © Karine Lhémon

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Attack at worst if you don't come back to yourself. I create projects for the sole purpose of disengaging myself from the ordinary alienation of my own stupidity. What about you?

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