and you thought you were minimalist

Friday, February 27, 2009

station


“Look.”
“What.”
“That graffiti on that wall.”
“So?”
“Doesn't it remind you of the tiresome and almost endless sequence of illusions and disillusions otherwise known as life?”
“You need help.”
“Yes.”

Thursday, February 26, 2009

puddle


Oh great, now I see emotional wrecks wherever I turn again.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

empty


Sometimes, when nobody sees me, I stretch my arm and graze the edges of illusion.

Monday, February 23, 2009

breakfast


I didn't go to work today because I don't feel very well.
Yes, currently that's my idea of attacking life with naked fists.

Friday, February 20, 2009

waiting


So where's my phone call?
I used to fear you, phone call. You know I didn't want to leave.
Now everything's changed and I long for my phone call.
Oh, phone call, where are you?
I'll love that dark matter of yours, phone call, your dying galaxies, your nebulae, I'll do my best to please you, I promise.
Just call me.
Save me.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

airport


I used to live in my books and life was so much easier back then.
The hell with reality, the alphabet is my new best friend.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

tannhauser


And I will lead my army right in the middle of final battle, The victory is upon us I will shout to them, and my voice will overwhelm the rumble of the clashing galaxies, and I will look at the endless battlefields, this fierce look of mine, and the roar of clanging swords will slowly approach me and then, at last, I will be content.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

fence


I have been setting up a very special fence to keep away all this useless drama from my life.
But I'm changing my mind.
Maybe I should keep away this useless life from my drama.

Monday, February 9, 2009

coach






I went back to my secret dream box only to find out that all my dreams have gone bad.
I should have poked some holes in the box, to make them breath.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

airport


And yes I was so tired and to the nice air france lady at the gate who said me: “Bon voyage” I said: “Bon voyage” as well and then I laughed quietly.

Friday, February 6, 2009

breakfast


My last breakfast in Québec.
I already miss those -15°C.
My thoughts turn out to be better when my electrons move slower.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

breakfast


I called room service for my breakfast and I was delivered the Meaning of Life instead.