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August 10, 2009 - Monday
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WAKE-UP
Thursday morning…another sleepless night I can't explain. Another day, waking up with my eyes in pain. It's been weeks ... I should get used to that by now. Wake up… get up… cold shower… coffee… caffeine… and caffeine again. Today shouldn't be any different from any other… Still… something missing… some kind of void… an empty space… a craving I‘ve not felt since I quit smoking years ago…
TIC-TAC -TIC -TAC
TIME KEEPS TICKING
TIC –TAC- TIC- TAC
TIME KEEPS TICKING
Here I am in my perfectly ordinary 1-bedroom flat, with perfectly ordinary furniture, perfect for an ordinary man with an ordinary life and a perfectly ordinary job. A life so ordinary that nothing is really worth mentioning.
As I look in the mirror, pondering Past …Present …Future …Past ... I wonder how It came to this: random pieces put together... This is it - nothing more… nothing more than what you see... Just fragments.
And I keep repeating to myself “I don’t mind … I don't Mind ... I don't mind”
LOST IN TIME
I didn't cross this street. I just didn't ... just couldn't. There was something like a knot inside of me, a load in my stomach. The voice kept whispering, “It's time”. I tried to ignore it...in vain. So I just turned left... for some reason. OK, so now it's time! I guess something has changed.
I don't quite know how to explain what went through my mind ... It seems as though I've lost myself somewhere along the way. And that every little part of me is slipping away ...
- 9h15: I'm late. Guess I need an excuse. The subway... or the bus ... or an accident on the road ... Whatever… There's still time to make this believable
It feels as though I'm only passing by ... that I'm not really there; and there's a part of me that doesn't really exist. Now I wander through the maze of my inner-self and my thoughts are like echoes of gibberish and their meaning is out of my reach.
I drag myself along this road I was made to take. It seems I'm not really the one calling the shots anymore. I can't shut down the whispers. That's the only thing I really know right now.
-9:30: Guess I'll have to find something else. I could be sick...
I'm completely out of touch with the crowd. I know it's hectic and I know it’s noisy; and that it's all going oh so fast! Everything seems stuck in slow-motion to me... Words and phrases that I cannot catch.
-9h50: or is it 11h30... I've lost track of time ... and space... does it really matter? ... I just gotta keep going to wherever it is I'm going to. I guess work is definitely out of the question.
A young woman is talking to me. Her face is close to mine. I smell her breath ... her lips keep moving and she is smiling ... I must have bumped into her or something ... She looks in my eyes as she utters her words.
And she suddenly stops and decides to move on.
I open my mouth ... slightly ... and try to move my lips ... I do... but I can’t mumble a sound.
Then I raise my head and I see the billboard “The world is yours and today is the day”... I smile and I keep walking. Just keep walking. Maybe I'll find something. I have to anyway...
DRIFTING
My mind drifts to this place where I used to live: the curtains, the walls, and the living-room floor. I’m a child, just a child. I see faces hear voices buried deep in my mind. It all seems so real; present meets past ... Mommy, my sister Chloe and the little red cubes.
Sister, Sister, my little Sister, I remember the games that we used to play: walls to protect us from the world that surrounds us ... I can't see the grey carpet; I can't see the white walls. All I can see is you, me... and the little red cubes.
Sister, Sister, we are not alone ... Mommy's watching us from the rocking chair. Her eyes have the sparkle of dark pebble stones. She looks like a rose that has withered and died.
Sister, Sister – no we're not alone ... Dad is back home now and he's not alone.... She is blonde and young with a smile so cold. Holding a bottle and smelling like beer. She looks us over and kisses his face. They laugh and they laugh. He rips off her clothes and fucks her on the living room floor... The bottle is rolling and the beer is spilling. They are naked and sweating, breathing louder and louder. But you cannot hear them you are lost in your games ... and mum keeps staring with a smile on her face. Her smile is as blank as the look in her eyes ... Her life seems to slip through her fingers like sand.
The breathing and grunting has stopped. She stands up naked and looks into my eyes. She leaves the room and slowly walks along the corridor to the kitchen. I can't see her anymore but I hear the laughs: three little boys I have met in my dreams. She’s back in the room, wearing an apron. Father stands, looking proud and bold. Surrounded by the boys giggling with joy. “Daddy” “Daddy” the voices shout... louder and louder. The boys turn around and smile to me. I try to smile back but the fear is too strong
Father raises his head but I can't see his face ... All I see is me ... looking at me.
AFTER ALL
Thoughts move though my head, altering my perspective of a world half-real… full of thoughts half healed… I come to my senses and realize that all is quiet around me. The sound of hectic urban life fades into a distant buzz. I have reached the edge of the city… don’t recall ever being here.
Standing on the top of the hill.
based on a story by Romain Dowska / written by Fred Martin
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May 26, 2009 - Tuesday
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L’association « Something in the way » (promotion et diffusion de musiques actuelles) cherche un agent artistique.
Soutenant le groupe WYSIWYG, qui travaille au développement de son premier album,
l’association cherche une personne qui sera chargée de :
-Rechercher des fonds pour l’aboutissement du projet (maisons de disque, subventions, fondations…)
-Prospecter les canaux de diffusions (médias en France et à l’étranger)
-Optimiser la diffusion du projet
-Manager le groupe
Profil du poste :
-Maîtrise de l’anglais
-Ayant suivi une formation en communication, commerce ou marketing, terminant ou ayant terminé ses études
-Souhaite s’investir sérieusement sur le secteur musical
-Disponible
-Doté d’un bon relationnel
-Dispose d’un sensible sens des affaires
-Une solide culture des esthétiques musicales dont il est question
-Débutant accepté
Rémunération :
La rémunération s’effectuera au pourcentage sur les contrats obtenus.
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