You really can go anywhere you want as an invisible person. It is up to you. You will never bother people, you will never get noticed, you will never put yourself in physical danger. So I choose to go to the beginning of the Second World War in France.
It is a bit weak, isn’t it? To choose to live during the Second World War while being invisible after all I said. It is true. I wouldn’t risk to die, it is true too. However, I think it would be a good way to understand my family’s feelings, and this is hurtful. I couldn’t do anything to help them, to speak with them, to express my own support. I couldn’t even tell them when the war ends or if they will still be alive after all. Maybe it is weak to choose that period of History as an invisible person, but it is the best way to enter intimacy and reject taboos.Read More »
What if I was Meryl Streep? Or Albert Einstein? Or Michelle Obama? Jules César, Audrey Hepburn, Woody Allen, Anne d’Autriche, John Lennon, Mayim Bialik, Honoré de Balzac, Malala Yousafzai…
Or grandma Louisette and grandma Paulette. The first one teacher, the second one laborer. Workers, Women and Mothers. Born before the Second World War. The first one is deceased, the second one is waltzing through life. Both very different but very fascinating.
Upon reflection, I think I would like to liveRead More »
VICTOR HUGO JE T’AIME
After this spontaneous declaration of love, I think we can start with a peaceful mind.
A writer. If I was a writer, when would I travel to? To the XIXth century in France. I know, I always choose France, but it is my country and I love its art and culture. My favorite authors from this century are Victor Hugo and Charles Baudelaire. I don’t know all their works, I mostly read them by accident, and that is what I like the most about them. I barely look for them, they pop in my life like corn in a pan and I find their appearances very pleasant.Read More »
FUTURE The big question. What does future look like? Destroyed, nutty, fancy? Is it already written or are we creating it at every second? I have no idea, and honestly I prefer not to think about it too often. In my head, future is still about flying cars, telepathy and three course dinner chewing gums — Willy Wonka, where are you?
I have never really liked the idea of travelling in time to the future. I see this adventure as a disillusion. Going back to the present, I would be afraid to spend my life waiting for something I know is necessarily going to happen. I would not fight anymore for what I really want. Everything would become evident, feelingless, there would be no more magic or surprise, astonishment or terror. I would be afraid not to be able to change the process of time and feel powerless. Read More »
Fashion is not my thing. I don’t like to go shopping for hours and when I buy new clothes, it is only during sales. I am just enough aware not to wear striped pants with a checkered shirt, and my love for colors helps me match my top and trousers. But answering this question was not as hard as I thought it would be.
One day, one of my teachers asked us to choose a period of History and I remember to have picked Middle Ages. He asked me why I didn’t choose The Glorious Thirty and I realized he expected an answer related to an economic boom or a social peace. I had picked Middle Ages because of social norms, Read More »
I was going through old pictures when I answered this question. If I could travel in time in my own life, I would live my childhood again.
The reason? Well, certainly because I don’t remember it. No, really. I don’t. I have no memories of what was going on in my life. I often use the metaphor a the train station. I was seeing trains passing by and people getting on and off while I was sitting on a bench. There were no interactions betweenRead More »
Kelly Barton & Vivienne McMaster
Some weeks ago, I read an article about time travel and I realized I never asked myself the big question:
If you could travel in time, when would you go to?
I decided to set myself a challenge — it is the only thing that keeps you alive, right? — and publish a blogpost on the subject each day during a week. Why?, you ask me. Primarily to know your answer to my future questions because they will reveal a part of yourself, of your dreams, of your culture, of your fears, of your own story or the one of your country. I want to share that with you, reader. I want a little conversation in the moonlight, a cup in hands and a blanket on knees. A little and cozy moment, just you and I. Imagine… Read More »