the words are waiting
in the dusty library
for eternity
the words are waiting
in the dusty library
for eternity
In all honesty, doesn't really exist, right? To be completely honest, we should include our shadow (according to Jung), and that we cannot, not in public anyway. We try, therefore, we try, as best we can.
En toute honnêteté, cela n’existe pas, vraiment, non ? Pour être tout à fait honnête, il faudrait inclure notre ombre (selon Jung), et cela, on ne peut le faire, pas en public en tout cas. On essaie, donc, on essaie, du mieux que l’on peut.
I read a lot of articles about overconsumption, the environment, fast-fashion, the future of the planet and I can feel a desire to change things in an abstract way. That being said, with the holidays approaching, despite all the recipes for an environmentally-sustainable or modest Christmas meal making headlines, a reminder that charity shops are full of goods that would be glad to extend their life, that interest rates will continue to rise next year and thus endanger buyers who have gone to the limits of their means, the statistics tell us that we are spending more and more. It makes me want to go spend Christmas in a desert. There are none nearby, so this year it will be the beach.
Seasons and battle
songs again
you answered with your head
nodding yesses and nos
truant trickles
in the changing climate
you were far too fragile
to carve the sky
*firstly posted in November 2020, edited in 2022