What happens after emancipation?
Some monsters take whatever passes by and transform it in numbers.
Yesterday I saw a mother in the toy store, like I see many times a day, but she was different. Two kids, like 4 and 6. The little one targeted a blue box and began his little game with mum, trying every angle :
- Yelling at her
- Showing her
- “Look I need it!”
- Bawling his eyes out
- Hitting her knees
- “It’s soooo small”
- Letting go and sobbing
- “Why you don’t waaaannt”
Brother tried to help, showing the box to mum in silence, then putting it back. The mother was mumbling a little, incoherent, absent, not like “I don’t know what to do”, but absent in herself. Maybe she was on medication, barely watching hearing her little nasty boy. The question became, from “Why the heck do you bring kids in a toy store?” (which is inconsistent), to “Why does she stay here barely mumbling next to a desperate boy who becomes drank in tears?”. She stayed around for like twenty minutes, 98% indifferent, maybe waiting for someone, maybe drowned in cold life-hate. I don’t know. It ended badly : she was absent-mindedly looking at postcards, the boys was rolling himself on the floor, crying, screaming, dribbling, with his brother catching him to prevent him to go back to the toyshop section.
A desire for change, at all costs, so strong that you can accept to be in a worse position after this change.
After emancipation came madness – instead of being free, we thought we were.
Jünger : when a chain of actions begins by a strange fact, every stage, link, will stay true to this style.
When someone’s good somewhere it’s strange to see him/her bad elsewhere.
Yes some conversations build instantly like a common roof.
When you trust someone and say : “Don’t tell me! If you ask me, I’ll answer no. Do it!”.
When you’re a blogger and you discover the articles (written a long time ago) which has been read while you were sleeping, you are tempted to read them again, and… it makes sense. Sort of.
Is my blog dishevelled? Oh yeah.
The nasty, ugly passage from a perfection to another.
During a lecture a linguist made the claim that although a double negative in English implies a positive meaning, there is no language in which a double positive implies a negative. To which someone in the back of the room responded : “Yeah, right.”
Have a nice day!