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Est-ce que ma vie n’a tenu qu’\u00e0 un fauteuil? Je me d\u00e9formais \u00e0 petits feux dans le mien tout en r\u00eavant \u00e0 celui du grand patron, fantasme d’un si\u00e8ge solide o\u00f9 l’\u00e9ternit\u00e9 vennait \u00e0 toi sans aucun effort \u00e0 faire,
\nquand la vie s’enfuyait de mon corps, j’\u00e9tais venu laminer mon bureau puis mon \u00e9tage, puis… je d\u00e9chirais des petits morceaux de papier peint, je cassais ce que ma force me permettait, mon couteau faisait des merveilles, un cadeau de maman,
\nquand la fatigue \u00e9tait trop forte, je regardais la d\u00e9cr\u00e9pitude envahir l’immeuble et j’attendais l’affection opportuniste pour enfin me d\u00e9livrer de tout ce qui me ronge, pire encore que la maladie<\/p>\n

d’apr\u00e8s la s\u00e9rie \u00ab\u00a0The Ruins of Detroit\u00a0\u00bb<\/a> de Yves Marchand&Romain Meffre, inspir\u00e9 de la photo Donovan Building<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Est-ce que ma vie n’a tenu qu’\u00e0 un fauteuil? Je me d\u00e9formais \u00e0 petits feux dans le mien tout en r\u00eavant \u00e0 celui du grand patron, fantasme d’un si\u00e8ge solide o\u00f9 l’\u00e9ternit\u00e9 vennait \u00e0 toi sans aucun effort \u00e0 faire, quand la vie s’enfuyait de mon corps, j’\u00e9tais venu laminer mon bureau puis mon \u00e9tage, … <\/p>\n

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