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| Artwork by Tarek Chemaly |
(Originally written in 2010)
Sometimes I feel like a childless mother, a long way from home, hiding into the church of the saint that does no miracles, praying for the cross-eyed god who’s not even worthy of a capital g,
The all seeing, see no evil, the omnipresent, hear no evil,
the omnipotent, do no evil: Not doing is an act in itself. Laissez-faire in the
name of the cowardice – look at me when I speak to you.
Avoidant personality and no decision is a decision in itself,
just file everything under “natural disaster” or “le mal terrestre” – something
that never contradicts your kindness, your infinite kindness – damn it, I said
look at me when I speak to you.
No words could do you justice, just like the justice you
have never done yourself. But who cares? A big PR firm to make your image
glossy – repeated message, repeated dogma, repent all you sinners. Now repeat
after me the story so far.
