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"My mother came into my room after I had gone to bed and sat down in the chair next to me, as she had often done when I was a child—and right up until I left home, in fact—

"But traditions don’t need to harmonize, they simply have to be there. They have to be there as a sort of safety net, to give one something to land on. When the world falls apart. When time fractures."

"Today I have a goal. I am going somewhere. Home, I could say. But I no longer know what home means. Home was Clairon-sous-Bois, but not anymore, and now I am on my way to Brussels. That too was home. Once upon a time. Home is no longer a place to go. But today I have a direction."

"This is how I pass my days: I throw myself into the crowd, I let myself be carried along, I am in motion, I go with the current, but in the end, once I have followed the streams, once I have boarded buses and trains and stepped off them again, once I have emerged from the metro stations or landed on the sidewalk at a bus stop, I lose momentum. I slow down, stop..."

"But maybe I am simply alone. Maybe I do not belong. Maybe it cannot be any other way. I do try, though."

"I am surrounded by people in motion. Suddenly they are all walking in the same direction. I look around me and, sure enough, there is a metro station and that is where they are headed. There are lines of people pointing towards the way down. I am outside of the lines. If I get too close to their lines I am in the way. I am a foreign body, an error."

Vais-je réussir à finir ce 18 novembre un 30 novembre ???

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