Hello world!

Where is my freedom?

It smells of shoyu sauce in the appartement. A very sad music play is sorrows from my computer.

I know I should write in French but I’d rather not understand what is being written.

Does it make sense? Not at all. That is the real thing about this space; nonsense.

Le non sens et l’absence de lignes. Ecriras-t-on droit quand on nous retireras nos ordi?

Pour le moment, apprécions la liberté d’écriture sans se soucier de l’horizontalité de nos mots. Génération chanceuse.

Les grenouilles sautent dans la corbeille à papier.

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