You roll on day after day after day, purposeful, absorbed, determined, as if you’d know something essential about yourself. But but the truth is you don’t. You’ve got a pretty good knowledge of your goals and successes, so you expect them to validate you as an person, as a  citizen, as a hard-worker, but the truth is they don’t.

A most intimidating mystery lies between what you do, and what you are; and when you go to bed, you love to unfold “your story”, always starting from the end to the beginning, from the applause all the way to… Oh, you fall asleep before reaching the start.

PS: One of my favorites from the new Charlotte Gainsbourg‘s IRM: “Time of the Assassins”. Extremely well-written, balanced melody and so discretely – yet convincing- sung.

PS2: this post has a side-story. Here it is.

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