Meet KatieWell, er, hello I guess, that's what people say, right? Haha! Hello then! So, er, I'm Katie, I mean, Katie Sylvester, nice to meet you. I must say, I don't really know what I'm doing here, well I mean I took the bus haha but I mean, you're a doctor or something, and I'm not sick. I'm not in pain, I'm not anxious, I'm not... depressed, I'm alright, really! I just had a cold last week, but my GP said I should see you. It's crazy right? But I'm a nice girl so here I am, because he said I should come, but I don't really expect anything haha. So... I don't know how it works... I guess I talk about myself right? Alright. Well, er, I'm Katie Sylvester, I already said that haha, I'm a teacher in high school, well not really haha! because I'm not employed at the moment, but I mean, that's the job I'm looking for but I mean I have a degree, I really do, a degree in Physics. I really like science, I watch a lot of those emissions on the telly haha! and well I read books. I really love books. That
Meet JulianI was feeling really good! It hadn't happened in a long long time... I ate so much that day, but I still felt handsome! But then, I understood. I knew I had an incurable disease, I knew I was going to die at the end of the week, and I knew someone had prepared a trip for me to live my last hours. I walked in the city... unknown streets, I was lost. Even there, posters to remind me that I've got AIDS... I walked into a park, there was someone telling me my parents are safe, home... Then I walked back to the campus. People were looking at me, everybody looked so sad, but they smiled at me. Then I went to the train station... I entered the train, but I forgot to take a ticket, no one asked for it. In the train I could see all the history of my life, sliding, images in front of me... other people stare at me, they are feeling so good, they have ideal faces. Then the train arrived, I walked out of it and I followed the look of people, I don't remember, I went into many places... I tried to
Give and TakeGive.
Give when it is most unexpected.
Give a smile. Take your time.
Give something unique.
Give something personal.
Give something personalized.
Give a compliment. Take your time.
Give time. Take to giving.
Asleep. Or not.Thought-riddled vigils seem to borrow the colors of the night. At night, we see further. Agitated in that silence out of time, ideas come with a taste of eternity. Under the ageless stars, there is no yearning for day-to-day down-to-earth perishable trivialities. Cogitations concocted under the conniving veil of a dark sky prowl around your sleepless existence, tripping on callosities and infiltrating through every pore, boiling, blistering, begetting corroding acid truths whose prehensile tentacles spread from the tip of your skull, infiltrate in a sickening mucous lick every hole of your soul, clogging down your throat, writhing the inner surface of your tired eyelids... In the night, there is no thinking about the next day: "tomorrow" at this moment means the end of times, this escape you want to abscond from, "life", this moment you're running away from. Everything is suspended in a vast stillness. Walking outside, in the unlit arteries of those barren cities, cold asphalt
Rendez-vousGenesis three seven:
And their eyes are opened.
For knowledge has threatened
The ego of a lord
Who wants of no equal.
Is it true? when you hoard
Conscience you are evil?
From heaven banned, we sing
Of a grand place of joy
Where fearless to deploy
Burning rivers of words,
Eternal fire of science,
Minds for sole reliance
No need for overlords.
A painful path indeed:
Tormented and questioned
Restlessly and tested,
A soul sent there must bleed.
Your eyelids unbolted,
Truth told right at your face,
White verbs that no verb efface:
Be 'us', don't be 'the man'.
Be 'us' because you can.
Hell is the rendez-vous.
Come into my worldI would like you to understand my world. I have not been there for long myself, maybe that makes things easier: we'll discover almost together. What brings a pinch of technical difficulty is, that I know this world only through differences. I know how it differs from the world there was before: it would have been enough to describe this first world in order to understand this second one. But here's the catch: I can't. I wasn't even aware there was a world before: everything was natural, intuitive, limitless; only today did I start thinking there was something, which somewhat vanished effortlessly before me. There was no resistance, I couldn't even tell whether there "was" anything. This has all changed.
Why do I need you? I didn't understand this transformation. Worse: I don't know how to live here. You may bring another viewpoint, you may help me decypher, find landmarks... I need to adapt to this revulsing place. Imagine we come from different countries, and that all of a sudden I wa
Death betOn a barque on the shores of a tranquil sea,
Layman's ark for an ore-reddened quill. See
Oh my dear, oh my drear dawn flower bud:
The letters I lay down, I lay down with my blood.
Thou were in my arms, but when blue cold wind blew,
And dissolved thy charms, and thy phantom flew,
Sleepless, breathless, my heavy heart, in nothingness,
Thrown as Fate's dart I was stabbed to madness.
Shed no tear! Weep no more! For this full moon
Holds, my dear, the holy cure! Hastily, soon!
I shall hold, my deer, thy heart against mine:
Be bold, show no fear! Words written: I recline.
My feet were walking me on the shores of the world
Gleaning blind illusions. My mind was so knurled,
Purled, hurled, twirled, shred, torn, tattered, ragged, riddled with worms...
But I met him! This holy stranger, affirms
He can open for me Hell's nauseating Gate
And free thou from the flames that would our hearts cremate!
Too good to be true, or too true to be good?
So generous a man, of the highest priesthood!
His only req