I write in English because I become a stranger in my own language. It triggers little things : a casualness, a keep-myself-ness from being too (…).
It’s maybe a pop-blog. Plugging trivials with concepts, to make tools, to share micro-seeds.
When the mistake is to stop trying.
A fiery patience.
Sometimes you need “new eyes” to check your work. But sometimes, this person ALSO needs help from another one, another pair of eyes…
What is irreplaceable?
Degradation by habit.
Auto poisoning by “shortfall of use of resources”.
To plug on a outside-miracle : imagination.
“What if the goal of life was to create yourself a soul?”