Public Billboard of Globalized Town into Public Billboard of pixelled Metropolis #32 (last shot)

In off chance you are not already aware of the pretty good news of this century : note that Soundwalk recreates the homeric sense of traveling.
As indicated before, this is the last pixelled day of this intangible blog. Nervous addiction to images and optic wastes will slow-down & take another form in another place. A book will be made up of the posts.
Pax Tecum,
Brusqu'elles.

Style is what remains once chaos put you down #567 (Jean-Luc Mélenchon)

De quoi la langue française de M. Mélenchon est-elle le non?

Recall, before the week-end

Epiphany is hard labour too #59

Artist between California & Pakistan: Khalil Chistee

I put light in my paintings that does not exist in my country #61

(Museum of Paris, spring 2010).

Public Billboard of Globalized Town into Public Billboard of pixelled Metropolis #31

- Good day Officer.
- Good day Brusselsky. Please, let me know your reasons for anonymousness.
- No fame, no shame as said my grandma when beating the pavement of Paris' Saint-Denis street.
- What do you do for a living, Brusselsky?
- I do my best Officer. I'm genetically attached to Uranus' cycles but I've little jealousy for those not concerned by these cycles.
- Would you say Brusselsky that the emotional coma you insert in the Flow are autistic moanings unable of bearing a global key of reading and, therefore, are an intangible waste of time?
- I know Officer my additions to the narcissic blogs and the pixeled vacuum are of little help to the iCivilization and the WiiCulture. But, in the other hand, my autistic moanings are a mere politeness of despair, anxious of providing readers with optical reliefs. Isn't it the purpose of the Flow, Officer?
- It might be Brusselsky, it might be. Good day Brusselsky.
- Good day Officer.




«ces rayons dansants qui viennent sur l’écran manifester tous nos sentiments à l’état d’ombres» (Lacan J., Le Séminaire, livre VIII, Le transfert, Paris, Seuil, 2001, p. 46).