Dimanche
I've forgotten so much. Vraiment, je n'ai pas the strength to even rifle through the experiences on which I used to draw parce qu'il n'y a pas de point younowotameen. I get high a lot. Her face clouds when I tell her exactly how much. She says I have addiction issues. Si on ne ressens rien, on est vide, non ? She takes a breath and pauses, the unwashed panes over my shoulder reflected, fisheyed, static, but her pupils dilate and the corners of her mouth contract and she laughs a little and types something on her Lenovo laptop. Bonne bibliothèque, alors. They respond well to veiled accusations of approaching distribution commercially despite their anarchism, a cheap shot reflected from an original accusation of the hypocrisy of seeking to sell fiction that has, as a default goal, to allegorise anti-capitalism. The dichotomy between creativity and commerciality is a false one, they say, and this is fair. La bibliothèque est ouverte le dimanche entre 14h30 et 18h. So on Sundays, surrounded by students on their laptops and their phones, reading, working, sleeping, I pass my time. La médiathèque Émile Zola de Montpellier est principalement designed as a third place for students. The work room on the uppermost floor houses hundreds of places, each with its own lamp, socket and chair. Frankly, that I have the luxury to write this, in this cavernous pined room, with not a single spare seat, an assembly of heads bowed in request of glittering futures, is unbelievable. Statistically, I should not be here.