Sometimes you have to leave the house
Translated automatically from French. Read the original.
What is most frightening about the Internet
is what remains
Not like a movie ticket
bought then forgotten
that you can slip into a drawer
where secrets sleep
On the Internet
it is the wounds that persist
the nevers
Ghost shops
pending invitations
absent signatures
mute cards
Empty spaces
closed eyes
promises
failures
And right outside
a sun struts about
that I missed