Aurora Into Resonance
Brilliant scientist, fanatic of numerical precision, she was steeped in certainties. But …
Brilliant scientist, fanatic of numerical precision, she was steeped in certainties. But …
Hervé is appalled by the rapid decline of our civilization. He feels its imminent disappearance.
They had come quietly, these young bakers. One day, the shop opened and the village adopted them.
By day, he walks in our world. He drinks bland coffee. At night, he looks for openings.
A city erased from maps, eaten away by oblivion like posters peeled from a damp wall.
Message to the bitter, for those who watch when the gods sleep
The Spirit? A rumor of pixels, stretching its wired complaint. The material? Holographic flesh!
On an ageless night, I descended into the womb of dreams. I saw the light
By opening the old mahogany chiffonier, he had not sought to find anything
Every morning, around nine o’clock, he settles down on the same terrace. There, he looks.
He wakes up again, without haste, as one comes back from a journey that cannot be written.
When the rain crackles on the tiles of his house, Aurochs Ford Street, he gives himself to dreams