The Wheel of Fortune    

Je
Cogné à la face du miroir
Broyé par la fulgurance du temps
Disparu

extrait de “Finisterre”

Sur le trottoir
Mes rides pour seuls crocs
Chaque pas est un poignard
Chaque refus un aveu
Les rires m’isolent

J’attends…

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Je suis sourd
Et j’essaye d’écouter la vie
Elle hurle trop fort
Probablement
Pour que je l’entende vraiment

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En exil au milieu de moi-même
Assis sur la lame du temps

La nuit envahit mes poumons

L’oubli m’a adopté
La mort m’a oublié


extrait de “j’habitais une seconde”

Le phare appelle inlassablement les étoiles
Le froid enlace le bruit d’une voiture
Sur le continent et mes épaules
La marée va me glacer les pieds
Les vagues se renouvellent au loin
Dans un chahut chuchoté
Ciel aveugle
Noyé dans l’infini
Doute du vent

A-t-on besoin d’un soleil ?

extrait de “mer”


Vertigo Collapse
The Shadow of Myself

Identity Blast and Fragmentation
                        
                          Like a Puppet without Master

Invisible
Irreversible

Drawing the Wheel of Fortune Every Day
A Daily Bloody Gambling House

NO! Not Again....

Was Vincent right?

Hope
Rebuilding Myself... Again

Meniere's is a debilitating chronic condition, charaterized by an irreversible loss of hearing, tinnitus, vertigo attacks that can throw you on the floor, and multiple physical and cognitive side manifestations of variable intensity . The vertigo crisis may happen in series, triggered by many possible factors (light, noise, warmth etc..). But their unpredictibility, and the fact that even familiar environments become aggressive, generate a recurring anxiety, and impose radical changes in the way of life. The anxiety is amplified by the absence of perspectives as there is no known cure nor effective medicine, and by the fact that no one really understands what’s going for you.

With Menière, everything is uncertain. Life becomes subject to vagaries, Life is a Slot Machine. Depression,  social isolation and a high sense of aloness are common consequences of the disease. As for any chronic illnesses, one has to navigate through a complex loss and grieving process: the loss of physical integrity, of autonomy, an identity and a life narrative to rebuild,  etc. It started for me one night in 2013, with no warning. Since then, I have had to find my own way, cope with the situation, and reinvent myself to continue working, travelling,
generating revenues to raise my family, and run an acceptable social life.


Dull Violence