I started to believe in the power of suggestion than 15 years. There is a mourning in all the personal stories, in my state is almost a gift. The suggestion comes from an image. Elastic like a spider web. Family, money, jobs, loves, children and parapàpà. I was at the center of this galaxy of links with the responsibility not to break anything. Then I notice that when some elastic gives up, despite your efforts, well, rubbery system collapses anyway. So what is the suggestion? Everything. Get off and give up all those links, playing irresponsibly, this is the image that you saved.
Yesterday night listening to the radio, I turned off a light and a head full of hornets (I never dry my hair). The news of the death by suicide of yet another employee France Telecom, not only gave me pain, in fact, made me feel safe, protected as a form in a gas chamber.
I thought back to my old web and I looked up. It was there, docile. Ties, constraints, responsibilities. All docile. Suicide for work, but for different reasons, it is the detonation, you trigger the charge.
Arrival at the hotel full of cold shivers.
My Last Cigarette is dedicated to my pain in the head and all the alternatives in this world. How can I find this curious suggestion. And how I'm curious to enjoy catastrophes and rebirths.
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