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Acceleration
Let's get to work!
Last but not least
I rush home... illuminated... I see the green lights, the red lights which appear to me as illuminations... I feel feverish and happy... happy... in spite of all the problems, all the difficulties... the tiredness... happy... all that is left to do
... happy... I hear Guy Debord on the radio... raging... against the imbecility of men... raging at his disappointment... despising us... happy... the team... the clashes... it's tomorrow... it's so small... it's nothing and at the same time so huge, so big... now I can only write... telegrams... shorthand... ... telegraphic style... the lights of the red lights, the suburban city, the voice of Guy Debord... and the baroque music that France Culture put on it... it could be for this reason... huge... huge work in front of you... an infinite landscape behind... just thinking about it, I know it will never end... it's the spirit of creation... the creation that's there in front of me on the road... from the front wheels of my car... I hope something will remain of it
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...
Here we go...
YOUPI!
I am confused.... and happy at the same time; to know that something like this is going to exist somewhere.....Little seeds sown on the pathways so that ....not so that they serve as markers for a return but rather so that they become beautiful and worthy flowers turned towards suns-of-Hope-in-with-a-future-washed-out-of-submission of all kinds !!!!!! "
Every day, the pass leading to the limbo of the Fates opens a little more.
I would like to tell you about my crossing of the Parques but it is still a bit early. The expedition continues its journey and after two dives I will attempt a final dive on Wednesday.
Having already made a few noses at it, I'm still too ass over head to find the words that would describe the images and sensations.
Sorry Patrick.
I think it's probably a journey, of the kind of research that can't be easy to tell...at least not necessarily easy, and, moreover, after crossing the finish line of the marathon, you always need time to recover.
So I understand that this silence is the one that follows the storms....
Yes, it is. It is necessary to recover a little. It is still time to dismantle, but the images are already gradually forming again and the impressions are being revealed. So soon, I think, the tangible fruits will come floating to the surface. A lot of barrels that have been broken open and are drifting will give up their contents. A beautiful shipwreck always leaves a whole sea of debris to collect...
I hope to have the opportunity to get to know some of the debris.
Yes, of course. It's a whole archaeology that I intend to collect and exhibit. Just a matter of days before I start. For the moment I'm still a bit floating myself; body and brain scattered like after a 6-month long non-stop binge. I'm gradually putting things back in order but I'm caught up in compulsory sleep attacks every 4 hours. I'm waiting for things to settle down a bit. It must be said that the tidying up was as epic as the event itself. But there's no way I'm not going to respond to the interest of the readers who have supported me so much. See you soon. Thank you for your time.