Past, present, future. The whole time. The oblivion. Boredom. What we are, what we have never been, what we will not become. An unnamed planet plunged into eternal night, silent and icy. Someone sitting on the edge of Pluto, feet in the air, plays with cards alone. If the next draw is that an ace of hearts he will return on Earth. Jack of spades. Another time perhaps. The
TGV from Lille entered the station at precisely the time indicated on the overhead. I settled comfortably in my reserved seat. By opening this book I decided to complete during the trip bookmark fell into my seat and my neighbor. I usually use what falls into my hand to mark my pages, this time it was a playing card that I could not recover despite all my efforts.
My neighbor is reading a scientific journal whose cover shows in large letters the main folder: the coldest planets.
Each time I take the train I can not help thinking that this might be my last trip. Anything can happen.
TGV from Lille entered the station at precisely the time indicated on the overhead. I settled comfortably in my reserved seat. By opening this book I decided to complete during the trip bookmark fell into my seat and my neighbor. I usually use what falls into my hand to mark my pages, this time it was a playing card that I could not recover despite all my efforts.
My neighbor is reading a scientific journal whose cover shows in large letters the main folder: the coldest planets.
Each time I take the train I can not help thinking that this might be my last trip. Anything can happen.
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