Une pensée, deux langues.

[vforvictorhugo]

Je le sens plus fortement que jamais: il est parti. Dans mon esprit je vois ni son visage ni son ombre. Il est un fantôme. Et je ne crois pas aux fantômes, alors je ne lui crois pas. Je vais mieux quand je pense qu’après on est parti d’Eupheme, on n’est plus important. Mais qu’est-ce que se passera lorsque je pars? La vie à Eupheme, c’est la seule

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[burning_blake]

You really don't remember anything outside of Eupheme? That is creepy.

A person can't embody the eternal unless they're dead and in a jar--and even then they'll get a little flabby and greenish. Life is change.

[vforvictorhugo]

Well... I remember things. But they feel false and dreamlike, completely manufactured, and I wonder if I should believe them. And you are right- life is change, and the disappearance of someone important to me shouldn't inherently be cause for existential alarm. But this is more than a disappearance. This is an erasure.

[ejbronte]

Allons-nous ce soir, j'ont juste obtenu payés pour le piano d'enseignement. Nous devons certainement parler.

[vforvictorhugo]

((OOC: Hehe, I forgot that Emily gave piano lessons.))

D'accord