(Title : the vicissitudes of life. By Memel 😉 )
A painless travel is a forgettable trip. I wish I could write with a good English. I’ve wished many things but nothing come on its own. I am a liar. A lot of things that have happened to me seem to come from my unspoken wishes. So now, I will just wish for the road to appear.
It smells of curry in the house, I guess my road is spicy.
One more pulse of “please” towards the infinite.
My sleeve is wet, I guess I’ll have to wear a raincoat to take that road.
A smile at the future, “be nice”.
I cough, I caught cold not too long ago, I guess tissues will come along with me on the road.
While I am trying to answer the question ” What do I want to take a picture of?” I see images coming out. None of them look alike, it is really hard to see any common features apart from the feminine representative in the frame.
Second days, things are becoming brighter as I decide to not stop everything and contemplate my imagination as the only dad of project. It can come from somewhere else.
I am watching “Zatoichi” of Kitano, with French subbed. It is awful and at the same time funny. Funny to imagine what they are actually saying in Japanese.
That is what I am doing with my brain now. I hear what it says and try to imagine what it would be in my own language. But a language that I don’t get yet. I love the darkness I am surrounded with right now.