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margautshorjian:
(août 2015)
Participation au Webzine Rouge
Translation:
When I was in a psychiatric hospital,
I was afraid of corresponding to preexisting representations of madness.
Have you noticed the strange habit that fiction has of shrouding reality?
When I speak of fiction, it might be a clumsy term.
I mean the literary, cinematographic and artistic production, that gives me the sudden sense of having lived this before.
Maybe it’s the fate of those who have read a lot, thought a lot, to live as though they were outside of themselves.
A permanent distance settles over you.
Nothing is new enough
Intense enough
Tragic enough
Reality seems like a bad novel.
I suffer and I watch myself suffering and wonder, is this a bit cliche, a bit over the top?
I cry and feel it is in bad taste.
I bleed and it isn’t red enough.
I feel this 100%
margautshorjian:
(août 2015)
Participation au Webzine Rouge
Translation:
When I was in a psychiatric hospital,
I was afraid of corresponding to preexisting representations of madness.
Have you noticed the strange habit that fiction has of shrouding reality?
When I speak of fiction, it might be a clumsy term.
I mean the literary, cinematographic and artistic production, that gives me the sudden sense of having lived this before.
Maybe it’s the fate of those who have read a lot, thought a lot, to live as though they were outside of themselves.
A permanent distance settles over you.
Nothing is new enough
Intense enough
Tragic enough
Reality seems like a bad novel.
I suffer and I watch myself suffering and wonder, is this a bit cliche, a bit over the top?
I cry and feel it is in bad taste.
I bleed and it isn’t red enough.
I feel this 100%