meaning of life
Every morning, a new mixture of colours, a harmony that painters can envy. Autumn continues its timeless and cyclical work. Every morning, a reminder that the wheel turns, never quite in the same place since time, in our heads, piles up like dead leaves, brown and green, set with yellow and wind.
Within us is a world as vast as the universe. Ironically, despite the powers of the mind, we seem to traverse it only on foot. In dreams, we can only transcend the regions that inhabit us, populated by monsters and possibilities. During these short escapades, lovers’ skin tastes of honey, and anxieties drive us to adventure.
C’est une lutte de tous les instants que de réaliser que la vie apporte la mort en retour. La réalité est impitoyable comme un mystère. On s’y plie où on s’y casse tandis que les philosophes se noient dans leur propre sang de mots, que les prophètes croient dur comme leurs os que ce qui est n’est pas ce qui devrait, que les artistes et les clowns endimanchent leurs béquilles...
Whatever is inaccessible sculpts the sand of our dreams. The lover in the distance, the one you don't have or the one you would like to know, the glory of hard work or luck, money, eternal life. We would like Chance to do things right, for appointments to be magical, for our daily lives to sprout peace.
Feeling that life has stopped beating, that everything continues to move around you, but not knowing which direction the wind has chosen to go. The mind constantly comes up against one of its four walls, not perceiving how to desire, conclude or talk. The body, for its part, shows marked signs of fatigue.