Et puis un jour il n’y en a plus.
Tout a grandi autour de nous.
Je n’ai jamais rien fait qu’attendre devant la porte fermée.
Je n’ai jamais écrit, croyant le faire, je n’ai jamais aimé, croyant aimer.
Autour d’elle c’est les déserts.
Elle me regarde avec sympathie.
Gone Fishin’
Je serai la première à partir.
De temps en temps, par rafales légères, des bruits de voix.
C’est la seule couleur.
Ce que je veux c’est ça, écrire.
Tout est là et rien n’est encore joué.
Je sais que le problème est ailleurs.
Je sais quelque chose.
J’ai déjà l’habitude qu’on me regarde.
C’est ma volonté.
Je trouve qu’elle me va bien.
Qui aurait pu penser à ça ?
C’est la traversée du fleuve.
L’histoire de ma vie n’existe pas.
Je ne sais pas si c’est tout le monde, je n’ai jamais demandé.
Très vite dans ma vie il a été trop tard.
Gone Fishin’
I don’t know. It would. But we don’t know what’s possible.
If the universe is infinite, does that mean that everything that could possibly happen, is happening, somewhere, at some time?
Takes a lot of work to hold the world together.
Night. Country’s the only place where they have night left.
He did not try to hear the answer.
Does it matter where you go? All you have is what you are.
You’re crazy, what did you do that for?
It seemed somehow to complicate things.
His patience was that of pride.
That was not humility.
You’re making something of me I’m not.
You take yourself with yourself.
Anywhere you go, you can still ask what it’s all for.
I haven’t thought anything else for years.
Talk about wasting your time!
Gone Fishin’
Why don’t they get up and go somewhere?
Nothing happened. Over and over the same hour passed.
Why did they make so much fuss?
He won’t stop talking.
It isn’t like anything else.
He had not thought that he had any answers.
What did you do it for?
His face were as indifferent as stone.
His silence was grand and oppressive.
All right, all right, everything’s all right.
They looked at him but they did not speak.
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