#HAPPY

#ÆTERNAM Is this the ultimate imprint? The ephemeral one, the one of the preserved beauty. This mortal fluid that slides over us like time Invisible or flaming. The fantasy of my own relic. It surrounds me, it encircles me, it expels itself, it pulls me, it hurts me. Do you see me? I advance masked. You too. The me is a big needle, Which flinches and which pitches. Echo, what are you saying to me ? I like me, I do not like me, I like me... Alienation of the glance, contemporary pathologies, Joyous jubilations to the rhythm of a death drive. I am animated by this reflection in the mirror. A promise that we will never keep. A self that becomes palpable. We take it to go buy bread, to go see "those others", sometimes we even forget to take it off when we get home, we keep it on to make love, and while sleeping. Do you see me? I could accuse the others of this mask of plaster with iron will, I could say that I was forced into it, I could say that I wasn't like this before, The mask has not fallen, It dissolves, White powder in the water. Be careful, we'll end up seeing you...