Manifeste n°0.0

Manifesto 0.0

I don’t care about nothing no more. I crouched on this covered ground to contemplate the relentlessness, lead by the burning nights’ obscurity. I drown in this peaceful universe that lulls me, where liquor has become my only friend. 

Dancing hand in hand in these tides, we have reversed the reassuring quiet to let this slow and eternal rhythm glide over us. It’s the race against time that inverted my balance, in one instant. Yet the sun is radiant, I carry a rosary in between my fingers, empty stomach but this infinite quiet that echoes is the only thing I needed. It’s La Bohème. 

Where there is neither taking nor oppression. Where I do not fear to be judged upon for all of this is of no interest. I will thus go and pluck daisies from my garden during rainy day and I will dream once again of this misunderstood life.

CAR ACT AIR