New York introspections. On the way to the beautiful apple, my encounters plunge me back into the tumult of the couple, between passion and reason. A deep desire for individual and collective union. Reflections inspired by the novel "The Prophecy of the Andes" on our ability to transform our personal "C" into "O".
Profiles Walt Disney, 10 years of loving each other...
On the way to go, joyful carpooling, I am accompanied by an English Canadian and a couple of young French people in PVT. We share together our past, our desires, our culture, our dreams, our lives in the four corners of the world. Almost ten years they're both lovers together. They met in high school and never left each other again. Suddenly, my mind takes me back ten years. How would my life be today if I had stayed with my love of youth? Everything passes before my eyes, or behind my eyes should I say. I'm trying to imagine us today together, if one morning in February I had decided to continue. Everything is fuzzy, difficult to invent, to create, to imagine the present in another way. It would have been different, that's for sure. I would never have experienced all this, the repeated departures abroad, which made me become who I am. I'm smiling. I love my life, I wouldn't change anything.
In a short time, it is the second couple of my age that I meet who are celebrating their decade together. They continue to realize their dreams together, to move in the same direction, to have ambition, careers and fun. These two couples are travelling around the globe right now. Relentless demonstration, so it's possible!
Novel TV profiles, scattered hearts.
I'm breaking into my childhood friend's New York roommate. French people in V. I. E, internships, or in search of experience. Couples on the edge of the drift, separated by distance, language, culture, personal ambitions. The stories of girls around a squeegee, with a glass of red in their hand, follow one another and look alike. I don't have to say anything. Finally, my year of celibacy comforts me after hearing the lament of their little heart hurt, misunderstood, lost, tied up. Dilemma and betrayal, no thanks, I've already given.
I've been there so many times, I can only understand them. However, I feel deep within me that the stories I have lived and heard are tiring and saddening just thinking about them. Spend hours rereading each text after an argument, asking me if I have to answer, throwing another pole at it; these discussions never end where everyone is justified and camped on their ego. Manage physical, emotional, mental distance. To feel held hostage, forced to bend over my desires, my ambitions, my values, to bend my back to relaunch the machine of love towards and against everything. This whole thing is over.