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The Web as a den

Confinement has always been my dream lifestyle in terms of creation as long as I have the minimum means necessary to live without having to worry too much about it; in essence, enough to house and feed myself.

An outing from time to time, strictly necessary; projects to be shown when they are ready and not in the flow of the aberrant movement that pushes one to rush to show what does not yet exist, like a pastry chef who would incessantly take out of the oven a string of cakes not yet cooked enough.

In this post-confinement period, but still relatively confined, I'm bringing back to the forefront of my little scene one of these blogs from the depths that I like to let grow in the corners of my site.

Entering via the logo link below, one can discover in a slightly more civilized manner than originally, a few reproduced pages from a blog I experienced between August 2015 and December 2016 and which I happily referred to then as a "night blog".

It was called "Are you playing naked? "and its internet address was created in the advantageous form do you play.nude. I was able to name it this way because of the existence of the .nu extension assigned to Niue, a small country in Oceania.

do you play.nude was the opposite of all my other sites at the time. It did not impose anything especially cordial on itself, did not try to be particularly orderly or readable and above all was not responsive. Simple basic html/css coded with all the freedom of what I had learned in coding and that didn't go very far. A raw site in the sense of the art of the same name and which I continue to be very happy that its pages slide under the finger on the contact of a mobile screen without ever being wisely reframed so that the eye embraces them all. It's an expression and above all a feeling of relative but very real freedom that I want to keep somewhere in my current web production. One of these wastelands of the mind that I appreciate so much and that it has sadly become almost impossible to meet physically even today in Paris. That's why I'm giving back all their place to the articles of do you play.nude in the meanders of my current and final site.

Here is how it was presented then:

do you play.nude

Baptism

 

For an a-culturated* concentrated birth extract

 

Establishment of a root art system

I wait for a big bramble, a root or something like that to cross my walls, to embrace them and pierce them, until the rubble comes apart.

A new raw blog and not especially responsive. Like a necessary refuge for the written word. It is a bit secret but not rude and spontaneously readable for whoever wants to have fun with it. It pushed its first post online just a few days ago

As far as I am concerned, I have built it to measure, with the desire to open up a vast and airy field for myself, in all the dimensions of space and spirit, not to mention all the others. I intend to walk its nooks and crannies as often as possible, if only for my own sanity, for it offers me a wasteland as particular as it is desolate, and which already has the gift of soothing me. One spits and shits on the ground sometimes, but one also picks flowers with elegant corollas and very delicate perfumes. It could be a little garden It's the kind of music that gives the impression that "it sucks", but which in the end is more reassuring than others, once you've got past the Parisian preconceptions.

How lucky I am to be there today! The rents are so cheap and, so to speak, given. That's what I like about the Internet: living in a new world, still livable despite its sometimes flashy appearances, where the Giga M2 is still very affordable. You can build a lot of flying palaces for almost nothing. At the current price of real estate, I don't mind stacking bricks and plastering them with stucco all night long. But this little shanty, currently in a state of near ruin, is not destined for a pompous future. It won't have a place in a World's Fair, even if I hope that with time, I'll be able to fix it up enough to give it that little charm that's typical of the improbable buildings that are the glory of perpetual improvisation, dreamed up by the horsemen of all stripes. Well, that's it. That's enough for now. The presentations are made. Let's get to work.

Thank you for your attention and see you soon.

Oh yes, I forgot! The name and address - well, it's a place called - without which it's a bit difficult to find and even more complicated to meet friends there. For now, I don't know how or why, but you're already there. The place is called do you play.nude

 

Ps. I put a lot of effort into finding the right name for her. When I learned that the extension .nu I thought it would be perfect for him, even if it was not included in the perimeter of the island of Niue, located 2400 kilometers from New Zealand and where I have never been, but which I now know that .nu is the domain name extension for the websites of its territory. It is even said that the granting of these 3 small signs allows to finance the free access to Internet for the inhabitants of the island. For all these good reasons, I did not hesitate. So, savouring my discovery, I also noticed that pronouncing the "dot" before the syllable nude in the statement of this well-named blog, on the contrary of harming the fine understanding of the subtle double meaning of which it is the object, favoured a certain playful pleasure in the mouth, on the sole condition of being a bit of an actor and therefore of putting a slight peasant inflection in a malicious pronunciation in the form of a question. Do it, you'll see, it's quite entertaining.

* LA ROUSSE

a-cultured, definition: From the Greek ancie ... which ... uh ... rid of ... well, no; it does not exist

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