fantasy
Time veils backwards, throws a theatrical tulle over the detailed vision of ancient crimes. The tragic beauty of history is more congenial than the impending horror.
How long will the indignation in its flamboyant expression last, when people start obeying and denying their identity again the very next day?
Solidarity is not the display of single-mindedness. I will not be shouted any slogan that is not mine. Not Charlie tonight, not any other day.
It is up to certain libertines to want to escape the "mawkishness of free sex" from which they claim to be exempt.
Sometimes it's painful... necessarily painful, referential icons. And sometimes in spite of them. All dogma stinks; not all people.
Love is like an enriched ore. In its pure state, it destroys the inner self. To keep it at a distance is not selfishness, quite the contrary.
I am a plant, an animal, an asteroid or a living room bench... I am whatever my imagination can make of me.
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.
Behind the pretexts, homophobia, violence against women or any other primary racism, lies the persistent hatred of childhood
Nightmares and Iconographic Terrors or The Risks of the Spectator's Life. To emerge victorious implies at least not having fought the wrong fight.
