Tony herlin
Bio
A dreamer who neither speaks nor writes English, a difficult but highly instructive exercise. (Please accept my apologies for any inconvenience caused).
Stories (38/0)
Late into the night
On a beautiful spring evening, everything was perfect and clear. I do as usual, I think of nothing in particular. In my comforting solitude, I watch my screen on a soft sofa, wrapped in a soft blanket, in the light of a subdued lamp. I continue to watch this program that started days ago without ever suspecting for a moment what might happen. Episode after episode, I continue my story, which takes place in an office of a company which sells paper. Sometimes funny, sometimes moving, sometimes absurd, sometimes embarrassing, which makes its interest. I arrive at the episode that triggers everything else. A pretty song that turns in the head until it ends. Useless, improbable, there is no reason for the elusive effect that the lyrics of a song I don't know, could lead me beyond dreams.
By Tony herlinabout a year ago in Psyche