This Warm War We're In

Wake up this morn or should I say didn't... 7 AM's too early to work for CAN $7.75/Hr. Who does dare paying their employee such a ridiculous amount? Volunteer work it is. And since I only give my time to serious matters... Who wants to be expoited? not me (made me feel thankful I still have the luxury to choose not to).. That was for my first & last time at a temp agency. I decided then to sleep until 2 pm and take a day off in this abnormally warm city. It took me awhile to understand that, in Montreal, winter time is all about being dressed accordingly... Therefore I look like an unattractive female from some Schoeneae tribe for the entire winter aka 8 months per year but yet I'm warm and happy. This hostile cold city has surprised me quite much lately. First of all, not everybody's listening to techno and hates America and Canadians (too many still do though).. but also I am Sweating under my « Arctic Yellowknife down-insulated made in Canada » coat. In this Christmassy time, Montreal is warm as hell... I should selfishly be excited by the facts but yet feel worried... reminds me of this « end of the world » feeling everybody had in the late 70's about some nuclear Soviet/American bomb destroying our planet. Cold War it was, Warm War we have now.. What have we done ? Why aren't we alarmed ? What are we doing? I'm Pissed off.. We are such arrogant/ignorant/territorial/in denial/short term thinking bastards. We use our power as cowards and create this precarious situation for our progeny. I sometimes have little hope in humankind..

Soul is Matter

Have you ever thought that objects have a Soul? I always have. Started with my dog Pluto (made by maman)... and then Pateau, a lazy dog bought at Fisher Price... I had the leash and all. Everybody knows dogs need to go out to pee... Then, there was the little playmobil girl called Petite Soeur and her sister Clémentine as well... I've always then felt sad for all the objects and things that serve us and that we forget about... us, human beings are so ungrateful. Bags for example, they carry our shit all day long and do we ever think of them? It must be so sad to be a bag... worse, imagine being a plastic bag... some montreal weak plastic bag, carrying the grocery of some clubsy man in an ice storm... getting riped in the middle by the high tech packaging of some cold meat, holding on to dear life while banging into street walkers, being naked in the snow as the savage opens the door and once in the warmth of some apartment, being raped and thrown in a smelly garbage can without a single chance to be recycled. Folks, that's rough... Maybe we should be more appreciative for Things, us, greedy human beings.