demurrage rate .../... c’est parfait

I decided to "launch" my "gribouillages" le 30 mai, 2021.
Maybe not "decided".
Maybe not a "launch".../…
Maybe just did it.
Une lassitude.
Juste arrêté de resister à l'abandon.
It felt like the only logical thing to do.
There was something so entirely coherent and perfect and entirely absurd.
It was obvious.
I would not get to choose.
It would all have to be there.
The shame, the pride, the spleen, the splash, the truth, the lies.
Un jour de mai.

Démarrage raté.
J'ai decidé l'Absurdité.