André Lazare
I am thinking this morning of André Lazare, of his beautiful wife Patricia, of some of the members of the small team he had gathered around him.
courage
I am thinking this morning of André Lazare, of his beautiful wife Patricia, of some of the members of the small team he had gathered around him.
Even alone, one may not be in tune with one's inner self. We are too afraid that it is a crime. Fortunately there is the mask to help us be.
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.
...voluntarily alone and totally naked, left to oneself, a few kilometers away from a city that one is preparing not to flee, but to invest...
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.
Nightmares and Iconographic Terrors or The Risks of the Spectator's Life. To emerge victorious implies at least not having fought the wrong fight.
Making one's existence more "important" to oneself by just a few milliliters of an outrageously dissolved solution of self-knowledge.
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.
It is human and tribal to have to be constantly reassured about one's membership in a community and the relative state of one's loneliness