First sleepless night

Grey imminence

Inevitable. It will pass quickly. Over the years, I have become accustomed to seeing my nights as a succession of hours and not, as I did when I was younger, as a whole section of time that opposes the day. I hope it will come back. In the meantime, I'm disappointed, but this will be the, I imagine, shortest post in this journal. A quarter of an hour to write it when I usually allow myself four or five. In a quarter of an hour, I'll be in my car; in 2 hours, we'll be loading the truck; in a little more than 3, we'll arrive at the Generator to unpack everything and start the installation. Nothing but the usual for any theatre company. The difference today for me is that I'm suddenly taking my work from the last few months outside. It's all going to start going out there, to Gentilly and I'm forced to move on to another phase myself...

I have to stop now. I shower, load my car and ... continue later. Finally tonight, after my class... I catch up on things. I don't let go. I feel deprived that I can't develop this post as usual. I'll take my revenge later.