In October, 14th 2020, Emmanuel Macron, the french president, said in a representation "it's hard to be 20 years old in 2020". In reference to the young french people who deprive themselves of going out and go to parties for the coronavirus crisis. Those who deprive themselves of their youth.
What happens in the life of a young person whose daily life should have been made up of
pleasures and not restrictions?
pleasures and not restrictions?
Every day, the same pattern repeats itself.
I wake up after to many nightmares that keep getting worse. The
lack of exit no longer allows me to clear my mind. It's still the same
nightmares; a kind of metaphor of my life after all. Something of
tiring that goes around in circles.
I wake up after to many nightmares that keep getting worse. The
lack of exit no longer allows me to clear my mind. It's still the same
nightmares; a kind of metaphor of my life after all. Something of
tiring that goes around in circles.
I go to class, go through the same subway paths and corridors, every day,
for months.
All of them mechanically walk around me. I tirelessly wonder if I
am the only one among these people who can no longer see the light. We know where we are going without
know where this will take us. We go to work or school without knowing if tomorrow we
will still be able to go.
for months.
All of them mechanically walk around me. I tirelessly wonder if I
am the only one among these people who can no longer see the light. We know where we are going without
know where this will take us. We go to work or school without knowing if tomorrow we
will still be able to go.
Head underwater in a bath allows me to remember that it's not just in water that you can drown.
Then, I get lost in my lessons. I'm here at my desk for several hours
indefinitely seeking the motivation to hold on. And this, until the collapse.
indefinitely seeking the motivation to hold on. And this, until the collapse.
« Et si c’était la fin du monde ? »
"What if it's the end of the world?"
I keep hope, a hand outstretched towards the light, I hold on to my life
before and hope to find her soon.
before and hope to find her soon.
Even if, the evening before bed, the glimmer of hope in our eyes gives way to tears which intermingle in the face of the harsh reality of things. We are a sacrificed generation which are no longer knows how to handle.
© Loan Barbarin
