Un homme qui dort

One morning, you simply decide not to get up. Not to listen to your awakening, not to introduce yourself to the world. You're not going to your exams, you're not going to finish your studies.

You say stop.

And another world is moving on.

To hang out, to sleep, to slip through the streets, to eat, to go to the café, to the cinema, to sit on a bench, to eat your bread with milk, to drink your beer, your coffee.

This life traced for you, it goes too fast, too strong. This world that is offered to you, it sucks everything in its path. This crowd that comes and goes, these noises, these injunctions, these ideas that pollute you, you tell them stop.

You are fabulously free.

Have you chosen to live your life better?

Or did you give up?