early september // currently playing: NIKI - Keeping Tabs
the semester has definitely been off to a start. i feel like i have been doing nothing except reading: readings for psych, readings for french, readings for work. it's enjoyable, but i have been feeling a bit overwhelmed lately, especially since i don't really have much time to read (or do much of anything to be honest) for fun. hopefully i feel more on top of things as the semester progresses!
currently reading: The Secret History - Donna Tartt
recently finished: La Jalousie - Alain Robbe-Grillet (it was for class, i am still confused)
Nina Beier et Marie Lund, New Novels, New Men (Jealousy, Jalousi, La Ceiosia, Die Jalousie oder Die Eifersucht), 2009, banc, traductions de la Jalousie d'Alain Robbe-Grillet en cinq langues.
Movies - Before sunrise (1995), Vivre sa vie (1962), Cold War (2005), La Jalousie (2014), La Dolce Vita (1960), High noon (1952), Spellbound (1945), Double Identity (2009), It's a wonderful life (1946), Hiroshima mon amour (1959)
My exams are over which means.... you get a snippet of a short trio de la jalousie drabble which is (so surprisingly) as fluffy as it gets !!
The sun is probably starting to rise, although they have no way of knowing for sure: no natural light filters all the way down to the deep underground levels where they’re staying. Cristal hasn’t been down there long enough to grow accustomed to the lack of it, and there’s a part of her, like some deeply buried instinct, that tells her when it’s daytime on the surface. Sadia assured her she’ll forget, eventually, and Cristal isn’t sure if she wants to. The sun is what she misses most about her old life; but for now, she stirs comfortably on the bed, feeling rested for the first time in what feels like years. She doesn’t want to open her eyes, not yet. The mattress is so soft she doesn’t know if she’ll ever be able to get up. And most importantly, her lovers are curled up against her and she doesn’t want to wake them. God knows they need sleep even more than she does.
Cristal can't stop looking at him. The red scratches across his chest, the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands are grabbing the sheets above his head. There are no restraints stopping him from moving his arms — he's keeping them there all by himself.
Jealousy, lust and anger twist in her stomach. Sadia definitely orchestrated this little show for her benefit, probably to prove that Johnny still belongs to her, and Cristal wants to storm out so she doesn't give Sadia the satisfaction of seeing her reaction.
But she also wants to stay to make sure Johnny's okay. And perhaps even more than that, selfishly, she wants to watch what happens next.
Se dit lorsque l'on enfuit son nez dans le pelage du ventre du chat (attention : bien choisir le chat, éviter le petit teigneux) pour refuser l'existence d'une réalité un peu trop chiante.
Utile après cette conversation :
Moi: pfff j'en ai marre de cette buanderie où on ne sait pas se croiser. Tu te souviens qd on disait qu'on pourrait mettre sécher, repasser et plier le linge dedans ? Maintenant on sait à peine s'y bouger (ndlr on a un chauffe-eau à pompe à chaleur qui prend la place d'une fusée), et si je ne balaie pas 10 fois par jour il y a de la litière partout (faites des chats)
Lui: Rhoooo ça me fait penser à un truc ! Regarde c'est chez mon collègue !
Et il me montre une pièce mansardée énorme, avec un superbe parquet foncé, et toute vide dans laquelle le type va mettre sa salle de sport.