Clément Méric, 18 years old
I am one of those narrow-minded people who stupidly think that there is no crime without a murderer, no smoke without fire and no right-wing extremist... without a right-wing extremist.
In bulk and against all odds
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.
I am one of those narrow-minded people who stupidly think that there is no crime without a murderer, no smoke without fire and no right-wing extremist... without a right-wing extremist.
Behind the pretexts, homophobia, violence against women or any other primary racism, lies the persistent hatred of childhood
That I am forced to compromise and I cast off for other skies, sad, but consistent with my desire for autonomy.
The Feces are the evolution of "The Fleece Sleeps" in the sense of the Pokémon series, i.e. a stage evolved to the next degree of the same species.
Nightmares and Iconographic Terrors or The Risks of the Spectator's Life. To emerge victorious implies at least not having fought the wrong fight.
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.
I have nothing to offer that will satisfy you perfectly. Come: to see. Leave: without saying anything. Think about it : whatever you want...
It is, when all that remains to my senses is the fleeting and deep trace like a gash, what I retain of a spectacle... or of a man: the preserved void.
"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.
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?