To you, my dear friend
Woiler, February 27, 2023
Dearest,
Today I saw a photograph of a "speaker", invited on a youtube channel to talk about collapse, with the catchy title: "Is our civilization on the brink?" The black and white photo is beautiful, with Harcourt-style lighting. The woman has a round face, surrounded by hair as thick as a lion's crimp, one senses that she was carefully prepared for the interview, seeking a subtle balance to give the illusion of "naturalness."
The woman smiles, a wide smile that illuminates her face. Who is she smiling at? No doubt to a charming photographer, perhaps to her public beyond social networks, which she is perhaps trying to seduce. Unless it is a simple social convention. Unless it is an injunction from the director: "and finally, madam, smile at the camera!"
This smile in this darkness, above the chilling and anxiety-provoking title, makes me fall even deeper into my solitude. Not this cozy solitude in which I have organized my life as one arranges one's apartment, and where one welcomes the other with availability. No, it is a naked, fragile solitude, in which one feels vulnerable. What I see behind this smile are the human teeth, the worst, the cruelest, the most carnivorous of the living world, in a dry and sterile landscape in which a few ragged survivors wander. Is it only me that this scientific perspective, repeated a thousand times, alerts me to my guts and prevents me from smiling?
My dear reader, forgive me this unfortunate expression, this dark mood like a black cloud in the clear blue sky of your life. Nevertheless, every day is the best day of my life.
Tell me how you are, where you are, where you want to live.
With love,