stepping into the "zone d'écriture"

i entered the room

i saw nobody

- three white cubes : to write, think and sleep -

but i heard them " scratching "

i heard their breaths

i felt their presence

then they appeared

both together

at the same time

antoinette came from the right

karelle from the left

as if in a hold-up i was surrounded

instantly

by two women

scratching

breathing

writing

talking out loud in their heads

words words words

after a brief silence

there was a laughter

a liberation of the unknown concentration

what is this zone ? where surprise, liberation and joy can spill ?

secure but confined, limitated and exceptional?

read agamben : homo sacer...