Essai #1 - Introduction
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I found myself thinking about writing something akin to a blog, though I can't quite pinpoint why Iâm compelled to do so in the stillness of the night. Using a website like this, I aim to avoid the frustration of yet another crash simply because I didnât pay for another month of server space. Today, Iâm in a phase focused on reducing pollution and making better use of the internet. This website, like Gemini or Gopher, offers a lightweight web page with the strict minimum design, free from unnecessary flourishes.
-- When I was a teenager, I used to post texts, music, and photos on a French blog, just to share how awesome our teenage years were. Time has passed since then (I guess?).
Whatâs the point of sharing or expressing something? Whether in this open, free space we call the internet or in our material world? Is it about being seen, heard, understood? Is it simply an attempt to document our existence? I donât know.
From my own small experience, Iâd say our minds are what they areâan ego constantly smashing ideas and thoughts together, trying to prove that itâs alive. In the creative worldâwhether itâs writing, music, or any form of artâit seems that this ego plays a central role. It allows us to use our five senses to express our feelings, emotions, and whatâs inside us. Thereâs something almost liberating in grabbing a notebook and a pen, writing without overthinking, and letting the words flow. For a brief moment, it feels like weâve freed that ego, and something authentic pours out of us, without control or restraint. And it works the same way in every art form.
The more I engage in this âtrash writing,â the more I value myself in a positive way, and I begin to open up beyond the ego. Itâs like I can hear or see the blank pages inside my brain, waiting to be filled. Who decides what weâre thinking? Whatâs the underlying theme or âleitmotifâ driving our minds? Perhaps itâs something more profound than sand particles scattered across the Earthâa force beyond our understanding that shapes our thoughts and creativity.
Creativity, thatâs my point here. So I decided to write again, not just to be shown but to help me clean my thoughts and mind so I can heal, organize myself away from subjects on Earth that deeply affect me.
As I glance at the clock, I tell myself itâs time to sleep and take a break. But before I go, as a musician (more than a writer), Iâve found other ways to âtrashâ myselfâwriting small articles, sharing live coding snippets, composing covers in my own way, solving logic puzzles, sharing a beer with friendsâanything that helps me let go of the ego and be more creative. And thatâs my point here.
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