infinite writing
A poetic proliferation of synaptic connections in order to cover with a muffled coating the foundations of a developing mental universe
There's the work that we don't do, that makes other works do... that feeds them all the time... the great mass that is huge... it's beautiful... good night...
First sleepless night. I have become accustomed to seeing my nights as a succession of hours and not as a whole stretch that opposes the day.
On the occasion of the creation of the Parques d'attraction, Any Tingay, Anne Dreyfus and I are invited to stay a full night at the Hotel Paradoxe
The sexes, pussies and dicks, are always kneaded with the innocence of their weak culture | It's beautiful that it is like this
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.
Theatre, wandering creature, eternally dying, adrift, floating in its sea of excrement like a cacochymous whale
The preparation of the Fates is for me to live a whole life every day. It is to experience psychic death, so much one idea is dead to the next
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
From the genesis of "La Toison dort" in 2005 to the creation of the "Parques d'attraction" in 2013: Worrying continuation in ideas or saving stubbornness?
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.
