Alexis Garandeau, marathon invited - 1 If you were a Friday in May, at 17h56, the parking lot of Sakinata Company, you would have seen a man, a little disheveled, wearing a jacket and black jeans, the sleeves of his dark beige ski sweater with those of the black jacket, now look at the earth ... to renew the lace of his right shoe.
You may doubt the accuracy of this fact, however trivial but precise, and far from remarkable, because you think I'm the only one to tell.
"writer, you say, is entitled to all fantasies. Just remember to know that he drove his imagination to produce a result and submit it to our trial.
_ No, I will answer you. No. For there is a photograph. This very precise moment, however trivial and has been noticed by someone who certifies the past existence: a photographer.
Maybe have you not noticed that time if you were, that Friday, at this hour, in that place, but if you had seen this man at that moment, and his way of looking up to heaven after his shoe relaces - what the photographer did not know capture, you would have understood that everything had played this moment.
You have the right to think of myself as just a smooth talker, but I find it excessive, especially if you keep reading this story that I tell in the end:
Seux Etienne leaned towards the earth, had resumed his shoelace, raised his head to the sky and everything had played in this movement.
Etienne Seux had spent part of the night dancing in Shanghai. He had met some friends and had a great time, and had not returned too late, but it was no big deal anyway, because he only worked ten hours on Friday. It was something he had deal with Stephanie, ed com: he was working up to 19 hours. It also arranged to complete the publication Stephanie weekend who went to the printers to 20 hours. Stephen can go out on Thursday evening, or do things for a roommate on Friday morning.
Etienne Seux had therefore gone to bed, delighted with his evening, and assured of being able to sleep a bit the next morning.
But upon waking, Etienne Seux felt very bad composition. He felt tired and melancholy. During the night, heavy gray clouds had gathered round in his brain. Before even opening his eyes he felt his dark eyes and desperate. He looked at himself in the mirror and could see it was better to avoid doing when we were desperate.
He glanced out the window to see the weather: dark and gray, it was pouring rain. Etienne said it was time to shit, and it was also easy to open the window, to build on the railing to get a foot on the ledge and drop into the void.
A company of pigeons across the sky in a great curve and a maple leaf clutched a moment machine extended in front. Down in the street, someone was walking under a yellow umbrella and disappeared.
Etienne brewed coffee, made his toilet, filled a bowl of cereal and poured milk. While it was painful, futile and painful.
He took his breakfast in silence, he put the radio usually softly because his roommates, Lotfi and Eva, were still asleep.
He can not finish his bowl of cereal, and that it brought tears to my eyes. He poured himself coffee and lit a cigarette with an unsteady hand. He remembered that he had buy a belt to replace the washing machine, and it proclaims a bit. After finishing his cigarette, he dressed to go out.
He eventually found the store, while cursing because he had noted the address anywhere. Once the seller before he realized he had not won the model of the belt, nor noted the reference. It was ridiculous to be released without verifying that he had taken everything.
If it were not already the case, Stephen Seux began to hate.
