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The Twelve Kingdoms

Modifié le : 2019/08/06

It’s an idea that’s been com­ing up for a very long time. It is the result of a dream. I am inside an icy lit­tle house, I open the door that goes onto a win­ter out­side. A qui­et ear­ly morn­ing, a star­ry mist wel­comes a sun that announces a cold day. There is a road in front of the house, which a hedge par­tial­ly masks. An alley allows us to reach it. I walk to this road, open the gate sur­round­ed by two wide and low columns. A sooth­ing calm reigns. I turn to the house. I seem to be alone. No neigh­bors, a house lost on a road that does­n’t seem to have a direc­tion, espe­cial­ly since it forks quick­ly, and on both sides, into the for­est opposite.

As I close the door, I notice the two columns of ice. They are over­ly broad. And you can see through them. In each of these columns, a pet­ri­fied body.

I had this dream 20 years ago. I saw it as the begin­ning of an adven­ture in a phan­tas­magor­i­cal uni­verse. I imag­ine this uni­verse com­posed of twelve king­doms shar­ing a cir­cu­lar island, with an oblique hori­zon, as if it were sink­ing, like a beached ship, into the abyss of a stormy ocean.

I also imag­ined this island turn­ing, from time to time, with a crash, as if it were dri­ven by a faulty clock­work mech­a­nism. The twelve worlds that occu­py this island are in decline. They could each have the col­ors of a sign of the zodiac.

Last night, among the many win­dows of my dreams, I thought about these worlds. I don’t know what to do with it yet. What could be the adven­ture of it ? How­ev­er, I would like to write it down. I’m lis­ten­ing. You have to fol­low your dreams, they say. Mine are very talk­a­tive, and all speak at the same time. I’ll come to under­stand some­thing of their gibberish.

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