Signs of Life

Tout cela me ramène à cette période plus ou moins troublée de l’hiver 2006. Ces “signes de vie”, ces instants volés entre la nuit et l’aube, le noir, le jaune, le bleu. Le ciel, la neige tombée. C’est cette neige qui se tasse sous nos pas pour aller vers l’arrêt de bus. Ce sont ces dessins fait sur les vitres recouvertes de condensation. C’est ce ciel dégradé, bien souvent jaune pâle, presque irréel, des matins d’hiver qui tranche avec la vie des alentours, avec les petits nuages de fumée qui sortent des bouches ouvertes de centaines de passant qui s’empressent à aller vers un endroit chaud. Autours d’eux, les toits, les chaussés sont recouverts de cet emballage blanc qui s’étale indistinctement sur les eaux les plus claires et les murs de béton les plus pollués. C’est le rêve d’un café chaud, bien installé sur une couchette, près de la fenêtre, regardant les hommes et les femmes – et leurs enfants – marcher rapidement, se pressant, serrant leurs manteaux, remettant leurs écharpes, se frottant les mains comme ils le peuvent. C’est le doux parfum qui reste suspendu quelques instants dans la brise légère.

C’est un million de choses.

Je n’ai pas d’inspiration.

“Life is a melody…

a rhythm of notes that becomes part of your existence once in harmony with God’s plans.” Tricia Helfer; Battlestar Galactica season 1 finale.

I like this series. It was a long time ago since I first see it; I think it was about a year ago. I didn’t understand it well because my English level was pretty … low then. And still in one year if I manage to have my year, I will say my current level is shit.

Anyway, it was the period of my life I understood a very good photographer called Rebecca. She will always be a great source of inspiration, even though it isn’t from her pictures that I resource myself. I remember it quite well because it was the first time I watched “The Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind”, and this outstanding movie was the key to comprehend her.

Things have gone pretty wild since two or three days. Everything that made my life in Rouen fall apart, or they tend to in a near future. My blind naivety is partly gone, and it is better this way. I think this is what I meant by “being myself” when I’m on vacations last … well, not last but the winter before the last one. Although the situation is not the same. My mind and some other parts of me have evolved, in their own way. I guess I’m being darker, or more mature or whatsoever … I don’t know how to put it without sounding absurd and grotesque.

I will meet with some good friends of the graduation year in the next few weeks; or at least I hope so. To be honest I don’t really missed them much, but if they weren’t there, I guess life would not have been the same.

Hail to the chief…

I’m feeling old.