Brico Cash et autres maladresses
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It doesn’t stick or adhere. Given the barely concealed complaint received by email. People send you comments and you don’t respond to them. Right. True, I can’t say otherwise. However, I do read the comments. I read them all, the comments. Not just mine. And the impression each time is strange. A mixture of love, tenderness and clumsiness that’s almost unbearable. So I read, it hurts, but I don’t write comments anymore. Let that be said. Apart from sending my text from time to time to whoever’s concerned. I try to say hello, here’s this or that, best wishes. I could reduce it further, for sure. Just say here, take this. And nothing more. But respect, politeness, a minimum of civility all the same. I’m the one asking in this specific case. You have to put in a minimum of form. Then whether what I write pleases or not, big deal. I’ve come a long way on that front. After walloping my morning peepers so regularly, and my evening ones too from time to time - mustn’t abuse good things though. What I mean is I’ve already had enough grief with people skills in painting that I’m not going to start all over again with writing. I can’t stand three-quarters of people. That’s not mean, what I’m saying. I already bore myself so much that I don’t need some third party holding the candle. But maybe it’s a character writing this, maybe. After all it says autofiction, that’s not for nothing.
