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 I’m 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 didn’t pay for another month of server space. Today, I’m 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?).
What’s 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 don’t know.
From my own small experience, I’d say our minds are what they are—an ego constantly smashing ideas and thoughts together, trying to prove that it’s alive. In the creative world—whether it’s writing, music, or any form of art—it seems that this ego plays a central role. It allows us to use our five senses to express our feelings, emotions, and what’s inside us. There’s 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 we’ve 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 “trash writing,” the more I value myself in a positive way, and I begin to open up beyond the ego. It’s like I can hear or see the blank pages inside my brain, waiting to be filled. Who decides what we’re thinking? What’s the underlying theme or “leitmotif” driving our minds? Perhaps it’s something more profound than sand particles scattered across the Earth—a force beyond our understanding that shapes our thoughts and creativity.
Creativity, that’s 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 it’s time to sleep and take a break. But before I go, as a musician (more than a writer), I’ve found other ways to ‘trash’ myself—writing small articles, sharing live coding snippets, composing covers in my own way, solving logic puzzles, sharing a beer with friends—anything that helps me let go of the ego and be more creative. And that’s my point here.
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