The next day

Well, that’s it. I’m back here again. I still really don’t know why, or what I ‘m trying to achieve here. But I feel a need to write, to populate this place, this area, with posts. To make it alive. To breathe life into it. For the moment, it seems it takes the direction of a blog. A classical blog, but there’s a catch, at least for me : I ‘m writing in English. English is not my first language. It’s French. I might question that choice later. But writing in English feels like fun to me. I want to enjoy the process here, and it seems that writing in English carries more promises of fun. I’ve been writing songs in English for long, but it’s only recently that I’ve felt more at ease while expressing myself in that langage. So, it’s like I have a new trick, a new game. Writing about everything in English feels way more playful at the moment. I really like writing in French too, but it’s not the same. In English I feel like I’m someone else. It’s rich of possibilities. I feel like a kid, playing and learning. Kids learn by playing. I feel like I need this kind of attitude to life right now. I know that in the end, my goal is to be creative. I need incentives, and projects, and goals, and deadlines. But to implement those projets, I first need to find my place in the digital world. I want a safe space out there. I ‘ve gifted myself this little yard of Internet, and I ‘m wandering around the lawn, quietly speaking to the surroundings, acknowledging the burgeoning plants and flowers.It’s springtime, and I ‘m doing a “tour du propriétaire”. I write this post the same way I’d clap my hands to hear the natural reverb of a room in a new apartment. I write to gain a sense of the space. I ‘m taking my marks. It’s just the beginning. I got time.

[but a few days later–>)