{"id":1011,"date":"2010-12-17T18:23:49","date_gmt":"2010-12-17T16:23:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tikopia.wordpress.com\/?p=763"},"modified":"2010-12-17T18:23:49","modified_gmt":"2010-12-17T16:23:49","slug":"cest-fait","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/2010\/12\/cest-fait\/","title":{"rendered":"C’est fait"},"content":{"rendered":"

Je me sens vide, tous ces mots d\u00e9pos\u00e9s sur une page blanche, ces mots encha\u00een\u00e9s au monde, le noir a gliss\u00e9 si vite de ma point Bic, j\u2019avais la rage et pourtant tout s\u2019envolait avec l\u00e9g\u00e8ret\u00e9, l\u2019\u00e9vidence de la m\u00e9chancet\u00e9, je ne voulais pas entrer dans cette spirale, je n\u2019en pouvais plus, je devais tenter ce cri, mettre un peu d\u2019ordre, trouver peut-\u00eatre ce qui me fait si mal, cette douleur invisible comme une peur idiote d\u2019\u00eatre un peu plus qu\u2019une silhouette au milieu du bruit et de la fureur, j\u2019ai trac\u00e9 sur ce cahier des lignes clairs, dessin\u00e9 un fragment de moi, si seulement je pouvais comprendre avant qu\u2019il ne soit trop tard.<\/p>\n

d\u2019apr\u00e8s le photoblog A day in a librarian\u2019s life<\/a>, inspir\u00e9 de la photo Done<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Je me sens vide, tous ces mots d\u00e9pos\u00e9s sur une page blanche, ces mots encha\u00een\u00e9s au monde, le noir a gliss\u00e9 si vite de ma point Bic, j\u2019avais la rage et pourtant tout s\u2019envolait avec l\u00e9g\u00e8ret\u00e9, l\u2019\u00e9vidence de la m\u00e9chancet\u00e9, je ne voulais pas entrer dans cette spirale, je n\u2019en pouvais plus, je devais tenter … <\/p>\n

Continuer la lecture de « C’est fait »<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[3,14,19,27,29],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1011","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-divers","category-micro-fictions","category-photos","category-prose","category-textes-courts"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5H0vD-gj","jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1011","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1011"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1011\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1011"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1011"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1011"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}