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générateur blanc
20h40. -22°c. Dehors tout est noir, déjà. Dedans, la lumière électrique. Deux interrupteurs. L’un pour les éclairages de la cuisine, l’un pour les spots côté chambre. Deux zones, déterminées par l’électricité. Un circuit, dehors et dedans. Les reflets sur le plancher.générateur blanc
Je parcours le studio. En deux étapes : dix enjambées de long, six de large… un peu plus de 60m2 ? Sûrement deux fois plus haut que moi, environ de 3 mètres de haut ? Six persiennes, cinq d’entre elles fermées, une remontée, la deuxième en partant de la gauche par rapport à la porte. La troisième […]générateur blanc
Je me réveille. La lumière est déjà franche : six fenêtres. deux au sud, quatre à l’est. Malgré les murs jaunes et orangés, la pièce est blanche. Par les persiennes, le ciel bleu. j’ai encore dormis en travers du lit, sa grandeur le permet. Un peu perplexe, je souris. Ah oui, je suis ici. C’est […]Écrire
Écrire. C’est le premier mot en haut à gauche sur la page du tableau de bord de mon blog, c’est aussi la première chose que j’ai apprise à faire avec un ordinateur. c’est drôle de dire “avec” un ordinateur, et pas sur mon ordinateur… C’est donc ce que j’ai choisi de faire ici. une conversation avec […]060307
La ligne de changement de date
(Générateur blanc, recherche) Chaque jour à minuit, dans tous les fuseaux horaires, il est nécessaire de changer de date pour passer au jour suivant. Mais compte tenu de l’utilisation d’un méridien de référence pour ces fuseaux horaires, il existe également un méridien (méridien de 180° de longitude) où, quelle que soit l’heure, il est nécessaire lorsqu’on […]
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L’idiot - texte descriptif pour la vidéo
Il marche dans la neige. Un, puis deux traîneaux le dépassent. Il met les mains sur ces oreilles. Il arrive au centre de la ville. On le sent angoissé. Plusieurs fois, il se retourne. Il travers le pont en acier, se retourne à nouveau. Encore une fois, il vérifie s’il est suivi : personne. Un tram passe. Il est de […]101100
The Real Thing 1
The first day I arrived at the house, I was tired by my bus journey and went to bed early… I was woken up at 3 o’clock in the morning by the flatmates I had not met: they banged on my door and i soon discovered that they were drunk. One was even more plastered and […]101100
The Real Thing 2
One night, we went dancing in Moseley, in a village near Edgbaston. I was really please, it was going to be a salsa night. But once we arrived there, it seems I was the only one to be happy about it. No one was dancing… John gave me the explaination: “we are not drunk enough”.101100
The Real Thing 3
My house was really dirty, and my flatmates even more. On the first floor lived a gay couple. On their door you could read “beautiful people”. By opposition, I assumed that we were the ugly and dirty people.101100
The Real Thing 4
While I was in England, he was thinking of me all the time: He told me once: “every morning, when I get up, I hate you”101100
The Real Thing 5
There was that guy living in my house. Dave. He was the first guy I got chatty with and we got along well. One night the whole house went out, in a strange bar, with loads of gothic decorations on the walls. Students from the campus were hanging there. I found the place awful. As the […]101100
The Real Thing 6
There was that guy living in my house. Paul. A boy from Liverpool who was trying to D-jay during the night and was sleeping during the day, or he would lie on the couch in the ground floor kitchen-living room, making the kitchen smell of his unwashed clothes. He was always eating cereals and they […]101100
The Real Thing 8
There was that other guy living in my house. Pete. I think. A boy from Cheltenham. Everybody commented on how posh his accent was. For me he was just the guy with the warm garlic breath.101100
The Real Thing 9
There was that guy living in my house. Simon. A Newcastle yob with a thick accent. Once he wanted to go to the cinema. I suggested going to see the new Wim Wenders. He said : Who?101100
The Real Thing 10
One Sunday, as the two of us were speaking quietly in the kitchen, Yan admired that he was spitting in Dave’s shampoo every time Dave was an arse. I laughed, looking astonished, opening big eyes then said:” no way, me too!!” We both burst out laughing. From that moment on, I kept my shampoo in my […]101100
The Real Thing 11
On day, HE called on the phone landline, and Yan asked nosily, who’s that guy, he is you blockey? In my broken english, I heard “bollockey”. For the next few weeks, happy to have learnt a new word, I used “bollockey” as often as I could.101100
The Real Thing 12
Our house was a nice but old Victorian mansion, owned by a vicar. He would always come uninvited the day before the rent was due, then on the day. I thought it was really odd: why would he fear that we would not pay him, he was a vicar…101100
The Real Thing 13
Our house was cold and damp. In the shower you had one of these annoying hot water electrical heater. I had never seen anything like it before. It was never really hot, it was never powerful enough. I had the idea to ask the vicar if he could do something about it. He looked at […]101100
The Real Thing 14
One day, the heater in my room broke down and Yan and Mary told me they had to go to the vicar the next day: It was only 5 mns away from the house, they would show me where it was. On the way, they explained to me that he owned a few houses around […]101100
The Real Thing 15
In the spring, during the night, you could hear the baby foxes’ cries, it was like slaughtering a baby.101100
The Real Thing 16
The house kitchen was a big square room with a bow window on the huge beautiful messy garden. Looking outside was looking at every possible shades of green. Inside, all was green too, and brown, and grey, and yellow. A kitchen with plastic floor on one side of the room, and a living area on the other […]101100
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