English Chronicle 5

Fifth part

White train, white track. And the machine lost control. We were all like a material, one by one, scrutinized by an other you. He looked at us just as the enemy. Worried, we lost our way, we lost our mind and the Big Watching came. This British man with a bowler hat walked through the wall, between the bricks, he was the brick. I swear his eyes were on me, inside me, I became one of his eyes.

Before this transformation I have had the pleasant moment to dinner with Charles Dickens and Samuel Butler in a dog-legged thoroughfare pub: the Lamb and Flag. We ordered a fish and chips, we greeted each other, then we chewed in silence. By the window a child looked at a young woman. And the girl, was like she had to keep an eye on this scallywag, to verify he was happy. And he was. After, Mister Dickens and Mister Butler gave me advice, but I'd rather keep it to myself.

In the courtyard, two barrels on the pavement, a lovely girl unveiling its legs, smiling at a picture. Who was the subject, she or me? The photographer knows the response. But where was he gone? In which borough? Keeping on the picture myself and all he caught.

Over Covent Garden a heavy sky, sometimes a so sharp wind. By the arch the flowers played the act one of A Midsummer Night's Dream. So, we stayed a while then we ran to our train. And it was the end of London! The maiden was blown away by the tide. The little scallywag, was devoured by the giant. Mister and Mrs Smith lost their hat. Why did we need this movement, and this fear? For nothing I hope. And the train ran through the dark night. Stars had been switched off. Only the universe seemed quiet, ignoring what was generated. But did he know this information? I’m not sure. And the train ran through the dead line. The first arrived, will smile at the last one and will embrace him. If the weather is kind, he will pick flowers from the ground, near the statue. That one who thinks loudly, sitting on a mountain’s rock…

That’s all folks!