A Spider-theory: Schrödinger’s Spider-man

Everybody has heard about Schrödinger’s cat. And for the most part, people manage to picture the concept really well. To actually understand it is to take it a step too far, however. #QuantumPhysicsAreHard But that is not the point of this short essay – if I may be allowed to call it so. All you need to know is that the cat, as long as it remains in the box and no one checks inside, is simultaneously alive and dead. It’s that simple. Or is it? Yes. Yes, it is. At least for us, right now. You may be wondering where I am going with this, but relatively to the title chosen to crown this post, the point I am trying to make should begin to get more clear. If it does not, keep on reading, I swear it will neither be (too) long nor (too) complicated.

— WARNING! potential marvel related spoilers ahead, for those of you who have not been alive these past few years WARNING! —

Captain America: Civil War saw a brief apparition from Peter Parker, a.k.a. Spider-man, as a part of the main canon of the MCU back in 2016. Then, about a year later, Spider-Man: Homecoming reintroduced the character as an integral part of the MCU, after more than a decade in the hands of Sony (for what were good, very good, and then less good years. And then better ones to be honest). So the beloved character was back and in good shape and his own universe was coming back to life with him, in the form of movie follow-ups to that apparition in the MCU, in the form of a great animated movie, and even a very good video-game. And, as I saw it unfold before me, as I lived this sort of small renaissance for the character, I must admit I really enjoyed it.

Sam Raimi’s Spider-man is the first superhero live-action movie I ever saw, before Batman, Superman or Daredevil. I loved the 90s TV show (I’m too young to have known any of the previous ones) and I became enamored with Spider-man 2’s Gamecube adaptation with its very wide map, its great slinging physics making it so satisfying to move around, and some of my now favorite characters in that universe: Black Cat, with whom I fell in love (her black suit, silver white hair and provocative charm); and Mysterio, who will always, despite being a villain, hold a dear place in my heart, along side The Phantom Menace’s Qui-Gon Jinn, as one of the coolest characters from my childhood (the dude has a ridiculous but oh so cool B-movie villain type suit, and holographic powers! What can I say, magic is magical).

Now, this bit of backstory wasn’t necessary per se, but I felt like I had to give it to you, dear reader, so that you would better understand my point of view.

So, as I was saying, Spider-man sort of came back into the world’s good grace over the last few years. And, when Avengers: Infinity War rolled in, and he died *wink wink* at the end, everyone was sad. Me included. I did not shed a tear for poor Peter – I don’t cry a lot, the last time a tear rolled on my cheek was when I re-watched the episode where Marschall’s dad died in HIMYM, and I hadn’t cried in years before that – but I did feel the emotion of the scene, and it was good. The movie was surprising, in many ways, not all great, but overall it was a very pleasant experience. And having that feeling of doom at the end, even if for only a moment, as we all know they are going to make things better in Endgame, was indeed satisfying.

But Spider-man died. Poof! He bit the dust. Or, actually, the dust bit him. And that is where I want to go, with this. As of Infinity War, Peter Parker is dead. And having that information, along with the names of others who have passed (King T’challa and Nick Fury, among others), was perplexing. I didn’t quite believe they would keep him dead, they couldn’t all be definitely dead, they had to come back somehow. To be honest, I feared this knowledge would ruin the movie to come, but, in retrospect, it didn’t. The how they would come back, and the who would actually come back (as I have a feeling some might not) or, at least, who would take their place in death, were questions that kept me interested and entertained over the months. It was very cool to read and discuss theories, to learn how that story-line had gone down in the comics, what was different, what seemed to be hinted in the progression of the movies, in the teasers, the trailers, etc.

Then they announced Spider-man: Far From Home. And they said it would be direct sequel. And that frustrated me. I would like to say it frustrated me real bad, but eh, I must be getting old and disinterested in everything because it was more like a mild inconvenience. But still an inconvenience compared to Infinity war. Now we knew. Spider-man was going to be alright. It didn’t ruin Endgame, but it did take away some of the suspense, at least for me. They also announced Mysterio would be in it, which I found cool – as I really like the character – and then, later, that Jake Gyllenhaal was cast for the role. It managed to hype me up, but not as much as I was for Endgame (and I wasn’t that hyped for that one either at the time).

But then, Venom came out and I went to see it. Now, I had heard about the project and that it wouldn’t really be connected to the MCU, just a stand alone movie [one to try to jump-start a franchise, but a standalone none the less], still, I had hopes. Sony and Marvel (Disney) had managed to find a common ground with Homecoming, why not there too? Sadly, it was not to be. Venom is alone – and perhaps it did disserve the movie – and it seemed to be set to remain that way. Seemed.

Now, don’t take my word for granted, this is just a wild idea, a theory, one in which I don’t even believe wholeheartedly, but which I find interesting enough to share.

I say it seemed, because, as you may – and by now, should – know, there were two scenes during and after the credits of Venom. The first one, and least interesting here, introducing Carnage, seemingly out of nowhere. To this day I still don’t know how I feel about that – both about the character being there and its introduction, and about Harrelson as the actor behind it. The second, the more interesting one here, this one :

A teaser of the then upcoming Spider-verse movie – a very good one by the way, go see it, it is absolutely worth it! I had heard about the project and I was hyped about it, I just never expected to see that footage after Venom.

It did not change my life, but it did make me think. What if…? Then I saw the Spider-verse movie and it was… great. Really great. But, to stay focused on the point I am trying to make, it put in place the notion of alternate universes (showing a number of them to us through the different characters) and it was a collaboration between Marvel and Sony, meaning they were perhaps, just maybe, making a literal middle ground between the MCU and Venom’s universe with this one. And that was what made me think even more. What if they had done it, the madlads? What if, this simple caption at the beginning of the scene at the very end of the credits of Venom was supposed to mean a lot more than it did? Some time passed, and I don’t remember if I saw parts of the teasers/trailers for Far From Home before or after Into the Spider-verse, but after becoming privy to that information and mulling it over, the hype sort of hit me, and the full extent of the theory – which I spent far too long to build up and which I am going to expose right now – came to me.

Now, one final thing before I explain it. What motivated to write this [I realize it now] huge-ass thing is this video, from Austin Mcconnell, where he exposes a theory of his in which he says the Far From Home movie is not real and is simply some misleading promotion stuff designed to make us think Endgame is going to happen another way than it actually is… Personally, I don’t really believe that, although after part of the trailer footage from Infinity War (with Hulk appearing in it, for example) not being featured in the movie at all, one can wonder.

I don’t really feel this is the case though. It might be, but I don’t think so. My heart tells me Gyllenhaal’s Mysterio is really going to happen. It has to happen. Please. I want Mysterio… Anyway, I don’t think this theory is right, but mine is strangely sort of related to it. So, without further ado, here is the madness I propose:

What if Spider-man, Peter Parker, the one from the MCU in Infinity War & Endgame, is not the same as the one in Far From Home? What if Far From Home, takes place in an alternate universe? One with a different Peter Parker and different characters and different events?

I know it is far-fetched, and very weak as a theory, but imagine what a surprise it would be! Spider-man still gone at the end of Endgame, never to come back (maybe), and a different yet very similar one very much alive, in a different universe, with a more or less different timeline… Or even another version of this: our Peter Parker transported to that alternate universe but without really realizing it and having to struggle to come back (or, yet even to come to terms with the fact that he can never come back). The prospect of that feels really cool, it does in my mind at least. We’d have a true sad moment with Endgame, and a strange melancholic follow-up with Far From Home, all this with more serious consequences and without ever seeing it coming. (Well, except for this right here, of course.)

And that could mean a whole new set of open doors: one between MCU’s Spider-man and Sony’s Venom, and even, perhaps, connecting all of it to the Spider-verse… So many possibilities, so many ideas, and so much hype! Now, I don’t know if that is what will happen, I don’t know which of the two theories between Austin Mcconnell’s and mine is the most outlandish, I don’t know how far Marvel and Sony are willing to go with this, but just imagine… what if?


Thank you for sticking with me until the end despite the outrageous length of this “short piece of an essay”, I hope you enjoyed the trip!

So yeah, this is sort of Schrödinger’s Spider-man, because as long as we don’t watch the upcoming movies, Spidey is alive and dead simultaneously.

What do you think about all this?

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Of My Ideal of Storytelling

This is not a poem nor a short story, rather it is another one of those incoherent rambles. But don’t leave yet! It will be interesting (maybe, I hope) and I’ll try to keep it short and to the point, I promise! #PinkySwear

The concept I want to talk about today (or tonight, as it’s already night time here) is storytelling. Ah, storytelling… What a vast subject that could be tackled on so many different angles. I, however, shall tell you about something more specific, something more personal. A dream of mine, to be precise.

As you may or may not know, I have been studying English these past two years and a half, English language (how to speak it good), civilisation (why, when and how English) and literature (English but with a glass of champagne in one hand, a cigar in the other and an accent just as fine as your moustache). It has honestly been a blast, I’ve been having a lot of fun and studied many an interesting thing. Well, for the most part, ’cause, you know, there’s always those one or two classes that you don’t know what they are doing there but you still have to go to even if they are as boring as hell.. (Perhaps a bad analogy here, considering hell is supposed to be pure pain for eternity and that pain is not boring at all, far from it… Well, maybe after a whole eternity, who knows… Anyway!)

Boring classes, yeah, and the fact that I am not too good with the format in general, and that I hate working… I do find the subjects very interesting though, that’s a silver lining isn’t it?

So! As I was staying, studying English. This semester, during which I have been studying in Ireland instead of France because the program of my university required me to go abroad for a semester – that was also great, but a story for another time because I can already feel you dozing off here -, I have had to choose classes to follow. Some that I don’t necessarily have back in France. This has allowed me to study film and its relationship with sound, which was awesome in every way, much more interesting than I thought it would be when I picked it! But also literature (Irish authors and also the romantic genre) but of course Irish civilisation and Irish folklore too!

Those last two were great because I learned a lot about the relationship between the history of Ireland and its folklore, and about not only the content of said folklore (mainly through folk tales) but also about the way an Irish folk tale works and is transmitted. This last part, the study of folk tales was what truly got my attention, leading me back to the subject of this post: storytelling.

We studied the mechanisms of folk tales, how they were built, why they worked, why they appealed to us despite their apparent simplicity and why they had lasted so long, all very interesting things to know but not what I want to talk about here. No, what I want to talk about is the way these folk tales are transmitted and what has got me thinking about the whole storytelling concept. You see, traditionally, Irish folk tales are transmitted orally by storytellers. Now, I know that it is the case in many different cultures and that many different peoples have long used the voice as medium to tell stories, and I have known that for a long time too, don’t worry.

So why did it leave such an impression on me now?, you ask. Well, the answer is long and part of what I like to call the ‘latching point’ (another subject for another time), but I’ll try to make it short: basically I have been struggling to write my stories these past years (and it’s not for trying, though not that hard I must admit), but I have been doing a decent job – I would say – at writing poetry, with more than 500 poems posted here to this day and I have not stopped thinking about them, toying with the characters, the plots and fleshing everything out even more than before. And yet, not even three chapters were posted here for Tales of Ore (in French) in the last 6 months, perhaps in the last year…

That is what has been on my mind lately: realising I wasn’t going very fast nor very far with my novel-writing. It was a realisation that came not all at once but over time, and it did not come alone, it was followed by many questions: was I really passionate about it? Was my method wrong? What could I do to remedy to that? Should I think of other stories to write about if those didn’t work? Should I start over? Should I change the medium? And so on and so one… I must admit, I don’t really have an answer, at least not very clear, to this day. I am still trying to figure out what I can do. Or to act upon it because I know there is only one way to move on: move on. I have to do it, to make myself work on them more regularly.

One thought stuck with me however: should I change medium? I have long thought about turning one or more of my stories into comics (as you may have already seen if you have been following me for some time now), and still do (if anyone is interested to talk about a possible project with me, don’t hesitate!), or into audio series or things like that. A few problems arose. One, I don’t draw well, not well at all. Two, I’m too lazy and discouraged to try to learn at this point (though I may get to it one day). Three, audio series need either a diverse range of voices or actors, and good scripting. Which I am not very good at, at the moment, unfortunately…

So, yeah, not a lot of positive things there. That’s why, learning about storytelling and seeing how people like Seán Ó Conaill (look him up, very interesting stuff! [not Sean O’Connel, the professional fighter though, Seán Ó Conaill and his folk tales]) could create very engaging stories through the power of their voice and their way of telling them. No long period of writing, no struggling before a blank page, just a nice, comfy chair, a fireplace on a winter night and a few people to listen.

Okay, yes, there’s more to it than that. ONe has to know how to tell a story, which story to tell, how to manage an audience and many more things than that. It’s something you have to work on and practise, it’s not as easy as I just made it sound. Plus the stories better be interesting. Also, there are some negative aspects to that: you have to be in front of an audience, which reduces the number of people you can reach at one time, and it’s live so, no messing up. So, yeah. But still, it sounded so interestingly awesome to me because I know what my characters are supposed to do in my stories, what happens to them and how to tell it (in which order, in which context, etc.) and I could actually, honestly tell you the story without much difficulty right now if you asked me. It seems so easy and fun to do and the more I though about it, the more I was attracted to this.

Of course, it’s not that simple because I have never done it before (I am not good at it), my stories are not entirely complete (which could lead to useless storylines or digressions) and I don’t have any people interested in listening to me ramble on for hours and hours. So, this solution, although easier to achieve than a comic and easier to do than some sort of audio series or audiobook, is not perfect and requires practice and other people interested in what I have to say. But, it is interesting. No matter how much I think about it.

I would love, and I mean really love, to have my main story, Tales of Ore, completed as a novel and for people to be able to read it and possibly to enjoy it as much as my. However, at the same time, somehow, the prospect of actually telling this story to people, not just giving them the book or reading it to them but actually telling them the story is very attractive. And so, I have kept thinking about it for the last few weeks/months, playing with it, trying to find ways to make it work somehow.

As I write this today, the best solution I have been able to come up with would be to record myself and to post this fireplace-corner-comfortable-seat-storytelling on a platform like YouTube or equivalent in episodes of 15 or 20 minutes and to tell it orally bit by bit, like once a week or something. Perhaps it would work, perhaps not. That’s for future me to see. I feel I would really love to try it! I don’t know if I’d be good at it, if my stories would be interesting or if the concept would work but I really want to try. Also, I have so many stories to tell that I have material to practise for a looooong time before I run out of things to say, so at least I would probably end up being better at it if I did it.

It would require a few different things, a comfortable chair and a fireplace to begin with, but also some training and an actual plan as to what I am going to tell and how. That is not something I view myself as doing in the near future (meaning the next few days or weeks), I feel that until I come back to France at least, it’s no use trying, but it is a possibility I am seriously considering because it would be such an enriching experience, it would allow me to flesh out my stories even more, to try my hand at something different and new for me, but it would also be a fresh concept (at least I haven’t seen much of anything like this on the internet until now) and maybe, just maybe, it would allow me to actually finish and share my stories… Maybe, with a little hope and faith.

So, yeah, that’s my great dream right now: become a storyteller, an oral storyteller, and to tell the stories I have thought about for years now to people, not by writing them down or by drawing them but by actually telling them. A bit like a new Morgan Freeman, when I think about it… With a far less appealing voice though.

One day perhaps… Who knows? Who nose…?

Any thought, tips or comment on this? I’d love to know what your opinion on this is, if you think it would work or not and if you would be interested in this!

Thanks for reading! (This got way too out of hand again, damn it!)


Also, feedback would be appreciated!

My art, your art

Art belongs, in my mind, as much to the artist as it does to the audience but in different ways.

A creation is completely dual in the way it can never be separated from its creator if one wants to understand it but at the same time it doesn’t need any context to be appreciated for what it is, to be given value. So being able to determine to whom it belongs in the end – to the author who created it with some intention behind it or to the reader who gives it his or her own meaning? – is very difficult.

Some say a creation belongs solely to the creator and cannot be dissociated from them. But what do you do in the case of someone who did things or thinks things that are completely opposite to your way of living? Can you still appreciate their art? What about Hitler’s paintings? Are they still art, knowing what he has done? Can you really enjoy Edgar Allen Poe’s POEtry (see what I did there? #lol) without knowing the tortured soul he was? Or The Rocky Horror Picture Show without knowing the political/cultural context of the time?

And others that it belongs to the readers/viewers/public who enjoys that art. But what if they use it in a way that was not designed by the author and that might contradict his or her view of their art? Or what if they change it from its original form to make it ‘better’ or more ‘politically correct’, can it still be considered as having the same meaning, the same impact as the original work? What if they read the meanings wrong or attribute it false ones?

How does one define the line of property for a piece of art (whatever it may be)?

I don’t have an answer to that question, I don’t know for sure. But It’s something that I think about quite frequently. I believe that, just as life in general is complicated, it is the same for art. There are so many different cases and scenarios… What I think I am able to say right now is that a creation should be able to stand on its own to a certain extent, that the public should be able to find beauty/interest in a piece of art just by experiencing it. And then, if they learn how it was created, what it means or what the artist wanted to represent with it, then the art piece can only become even more beautiful/interesting. So it’s paradoxical. The art and the artists are two different things that should be separate but at the same time completely merged together, thus creating a great piece.

I’d like to finish on the fact that I, for one, often insert meanings and references in my art (if I dare call it that), some of which are obvious and others are hidden from the public eye. There are some references I want my public to get, whether I hide them or not, then there are some that I design so that only people privy to the knowledge of my person will get, and then there are some that I insert here and there that may seem comprehensible and obvious (or not at all) but that no one except me will probably ever get. There are many layers to [my] art and I love that about it.

Now, I also think that, beyond what I meant to say, to make people understand through what I write (for example) I people should be able/free to understand/take out what they want from my creations. They are made to make you think, feel and be interested but not just in the way I designed them to be, also int he way you want them to be. And we come back to the paradoxical concept of art here because I want my creations to carry a message but at the same time I want them to be understood on a personal level by each individual who discovers them and in their own original way too.

Is there an answer to this in the end? I don’t, and probably never will, know if I am truly succeeding in this venture but I do truly hope that I do because that makes everything more beautiful. All I can hope is that some people do enjoy discovering and experiencing it as much as I enjoy making it.

PS: I realize now that I haven’t spoken about context until now but it is very important in my opinion. Because the context in which I write (or any artists creates) adds meaning and intent to a creation and so does the context in which people discover said art, it can change something beautiful into something ugly and despicable or inversely.


Sorry if this appeared as a bit of a rant or if it was incomprehensible, I just wanted to put into words what I was feeling and I pray that I did it in a sufficiently coherent manner. Also, example might have been a bit weird, I know…

Dis moi pourquoi…  / Tell me why… 

mask

Piece of evidence n°1 : Le Masque


Dis,  pourquoi ta photo de profil sur ton site c’est une tête de mort ?

Alors déjà, commençons en clarifiant le fait que non, ce n’est pas une tête de mort, et même si c’en était une, ce serait un peu plus profond que ça. C’est autre chose, vous allez voir.

Ensuite, pourquoi répondre à cette question ? Eh bien parce que ce n’est pas la première fois qu’on me la pose et que je remarque que cela déstabilise quelque peu les gens. Mais aussi parce que ça me frustre légèrement qu’on puisse penser que c’est une simple tête de mort ‘pour le style’ alors que pour moi il y a toute une signification derrière. Bon, je vous l’accorde, ce n’est peut-être pas extrêmement intéressant pour vous de savoir pourquoi j’ai choisi cette image mais ça a de l’importance pour moi alors sortez le popcorn et asseyez vous bien confortablement, je vais vous expliquer. (Non, je rigole, ça ne va pas être si long que ça, rassurez-vous.)

Primo, ce n’est pas une tête de mort. Bien qu’elle en ait l’air, qui y regardera de plus près remarquera que, non pas une tête de mort, c’est bien un masque que l’on peut apercevoir sur cette image. Plus précisément (pour les amateurs de détails) c’est un masque de Paintball (ou sport du genre) grimé et coloré pour lui donner un aspect métallique usé ( vous le noterez grâce aux couleur argenté et fissures). J’ai trouvé cette photo sur les interwebs en cherchant des représentations précises d’un masque de ce type et c’est celui qui m’a le plus attiré l’œil et le plus plu. Du coup j’ai choisi ce masque là en particulier.

Maintenant, pourquoi un masque ? Hé bien parce que cela à un rapport avec mes histoires bien sur ! (Évidemment !) Comme vous aurez pu le remarquer, ce site/blog (appelez le comme vous voulez) est centré sur la publication de mes écrits (poèmes, histoires courtes ou longues, etc.) et ceci est en lien avec l’une d’elle en particulier. A la base, Tales of Ore devait accueillir mes deux histoires principales plus une histoire un peu plus secondaire: Récits d’Or, Le masque du héros et Echoes of Power (qui n’a pas de titre en français car je l’écris uniquement en anglais). C’est cette deuxième histoire, Le masque du héros qui impliquait ce masque (comme le titre a du vous le suggérer déjà). Malheureusement, tout ne s’est pas passé exactement comme prévu et je me suis retrouvé à délaisser cette histoire au profit des deux autres, ce pour quoi elle n’apparaît pas vraiment sur le site.

Ce devait être à la base (et ça l’est toujours, car un jour je m’y mettrai, rassurez vous) l’histoire de Maximilien, un jeune homme qui découvre qu’il a des pouvoirs étranges et qui décide de se lancer à la recherche de son passé (notamment de l’identité ses parents) pour tenter de comprendre ce qui lui arrive. Au fur et à mesure de l’histoire il va développer ses capacités et cela va nécessiter le port d’un masque, pour les besoins de l’histoire (je n’en dis pas plus pour ne pas spoiler), et ce dernier deviendra par la suite son symbole. Ce masque qu’il porte est presque exactement celui que vous pouvez voir en haut de cet article et en ‘photo de profil’ de Tales of Ore. Un masque fait de métal argenté et strié de haut en bas, voire rayé, abîmé (mon idée la dessus n’est pas encore arrêté).

Je tire cela d’une scène précise de l’histoire qui a beaucoup d’importance et de signification pour moi. Voici donc tout simplement l’origine de cette image et le choix que j’ai fait de la prendre. Ce n’est pas une tête de mort pour faire peur ou pour donner un air sombre à mon site, c’est simplement un morceau de mon imagination plutôt important et qui est en lien étroit avec la création de ce site.

Voila, maintenant vous savez tout. J’espère que cela vous aide à comprendre un peu plus mon univers et ce site et que la prochaine fois qu’on posera la question vous soupirerez lassement en vous demandant comment on a bien pu poser une question aussi bête et évidente…


Tell me,  why is your profile picture a skull?”

Let us begin by saying that, no, it is not a skull, and even if it was it would mean a bit more than just what you might imagine. This image means a few things, you’ll see.

Then, why answer this question? Well, because it is not the first time I have been asked that and because it seems to make people a little bit uneasy. But also because I am slightly frustrated at the idea that people might think this is a skull and that I chose it for the style when there is a real and more complicated signification behind it. I will concede the fact that it may not be that interesting for you to know why I chose this picture but it is important for me so sit down comfortably and take out your popcorn, Imma gonna explain it to y’all! (I’m just kidding, it’s not gonna be that long, don’t worry).

Firstly, it is not a skull. It may look like it from afar but if one were to take a closer look they would notice that it is in fact not a skull but a mask. More precisely (for the people in desperate need of details) it is a Paintball mask (or from some similar sport) that has been decorated to look like an old metallic mask that has aged after being used/hit for a long time (fact that you may deduce thanks to the silver color and the cracks that spread all over it). I found this image on the interwebs while I was looking for precise representations of an idea of mask that I had in mind and I fell upon this one which caught my eye and which I immediately liked. That’s why I decided to choose that mask in particular.

Now, why a mask? Well, because it is linked to my stories of course ! (Obviously !) As you may have noticed, this site/blog (call it what you will) is focused on the publication of my writings (poems, long or short stories etc.) and this is related to one of them in particular. At the beginning, Tales of Ore was to welcome my two main stories and one secondary story: Tales of Ore, The Mask of the Hero and Echoes of Power. This second story, The Mask of the Hero, was the one related to this mask (as the title may have already suggested). Unfortunately, everything didn’t go according to plan and I found myself putting that story aside to bring forth the other two, reason why it doesn’t really appear on the site.

It was to be (and it is still destined to be for I will get back to it one day, don’t worry) the story of Maximilian, a young man who discovers that he has strange powers and that decides to launch himself in a search for his origins (mostly revolving around the identity of his parents) to attempt to understand what is happening to him. As the story progresses he is going to develop his ability and it will require wearing a mask, for the needs of the story (I won’t say why exactly so as not to spoil anything), and it will eventually become his symbol. This mask he wears is almost exactly the one you can see at the top of this article or on the profile picture of Tales of Ore. It is a silvery-colored mask which is striated or has cracks due to it being worn out (my idea of it is still not completely set in stone).

This idea comes from a scene in the story which has quite some importance and signification to me. This is the reason behind the origin of this image on my site and why I chose this one in particular. It is not a skull made to scare people away or to give a darker vibe to this site, it is simply a piece of one of my stories that feels important to me and is closely linked to the creation of Tales of Ore.

There. Now you know everything. I hope it will help you understand my universe and this site a little bit more and that the next time someone will ask this question you will be able to sigh wearily while wondering how anyone could have ever asked such a stupid and obvious question…

What you write is not what you are…

Well not always anyway.

A writer doesn’t always write about how they feel or about how they think or view the world, not exactly. Writing isn’t always an open letter to one’s soul. Sometimes it’s less than that: Just a fun way of escaping daily thinking and routine. Or more than that, like a profound analysis of one’s psychology, moods and soul. But other times it’s something different, something that isn’t exactly them (or me or you), something that fills us, that passes through us, that uses us as a means of reaching others.

Sometimes, for a writer, writing is a vessel for foreign emotions. Fabricated emotions, borrowed emotions, emotions that are empathized… Emotions that aren’t ours, that do not belong to us but that we feel anyways. A writer acts a bit like a channel for these emotions.

I am not sad or happy, I don’t feel trapped or wings grow just because I write so. Perhaps I do, perhaps I don’t. Perhaps a bit of both. Perhaps not. Writing is a mash of a lot of things and a bit of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff that we don’t always understand or think or feel but that we put into words anyways because it seems the moment to do so.

Writing is something you do to express yourself but not necessarily to express your self. This is something important that I have learned by participating in writing classes: never consider the protagonist of a story (or the subject or theme of a story) as the writer themselves. Try to think of it more like a mirror, a projection, something the writer decided to write about and that is dear to them, holds meaning, but doesn’t define them. The point of view of a character in a story is not the point of view of the author, so it is not to be refered as so.

True, as an author your ideas, thoughts and opinions often end up in your characters but that doesn’t mean that everything the story expresses is what the author wants to express or tries to convey. Sometimes, when writing, one even conveys things they didn’t even want to convey. Art is made to make people feel, think and reflect. Sometimes it expresses ideas but always remember, art and artists are a very clearly separate duo, even if they are completely fused together.

This was just a small rant to try to clarify this for all of humanity. Here’s the tl;dr you have to learn from this: ‘I am not what I write. Mostly.’. Maybe it sounds stupid, unnecessary or incomprehensible (I apologize if it does) but I felt it was something important to say and I wanted to express it.

Thank you for reading and understanding.

My current mood right now.


I’ve been listening to Tom Rosenthal a lot recently and I think I’m falling in love with his music even more. I really adore the way he treats the themes of his songs in the lyrics, in the way he sings and in the clips that go with them. It’s at the same time quite generic (lot of love-centered themes) and completely original, at least to me, and I love it. I just can’t get enough of his universe! :D

That reminds me -no idea why but here you go anyway- of something I wanted to talk about a little. The subjectivity of enjoyment. Relax, it’s not that complicated (I hope so, at least).

What I mean by that is the fact that each person has things they enjoy and things they don’t, like tastes, types of music, genres of movies or books, et caetera, et caetera… and that these things are proper to each individual (some interests/likes are common to a majority but not all). It’s really fascinating to think that every human on this earth has a different set of likes and dislikes. But what fascinates me even more is how we start to like things, the process that goes into becoming a ‘fan’ of something.

There are different ways that this can happen, there are different factors that come into play to like or dislike something (I take myself as an example as well as what other people told me, no real scientific process here, no real study, just thought process), I think I can number three or four here.

The first one is your innate taste, the thing that helps you decide if you like, dislike, enjoy or completely utterly absolutely hate something, which probably comes from your childhood, what you associate with good times, good feelings. I don’t really know but to give you an example, take the first cartoons you watched when you were a child, don’t you still love them? I know I just can’t help being marvelled each time I watch an episode of those old Scooby-Doo versions, I loved it in my child hood and I think it has shaped my sense of like and dislike today. If I am asked if I like Scooby-Doo I instantly know that “YES, YES I DOO!” (see what I did there?). That means I would watch any movie made on that franchise at least once without even caring if it was good or not. Usually that’s also what happens when I listen to music, -which is the point I sort of wanted to make- I very quickly know if I like or not a specific song I’m listening to.

The second one is the ‘long way around’. Mostly when you (or, more correctly, when I) discover something new (a song, a movie, a new style…) and you can’t say if you like or dislike it immediately. It’s like coffee I hear, the first time is horrible and then, as you keep drinking it, you start to like it. That happens with movies or songs or other things, but let’s take songs as an example. Let’s say, specifically, the song A Horse With No Name. I listened to it for the first time quite some time ago, almost a year now I believe, and after listening to it once I was pleasantly surprised, it was quite nice, but nothing much more than that. Then, over time, I decided to listen to it again, and as I did I began to know it better, to understand the lyrics, to form a picture of the scene in my head and I started to like it more and more. That has happened with a few others, thought I don’t have any titles in mind, with some movies too or even with some books or parts of books.

Then there’s also the environmental factor, as I like to call it. By that I mean the mood you’re in when you watch a movie, listen to a song or read a book, or even talk to somebody, but also the things that happened in your day, what you’re thinking about at that moment, the people you are with. Basically anything happening around or inside you. this plays a lot on whether you end up liking or disliking something. Like a song you enjoy so much because you have had the chance to see it live and it made the whole experience so much more awesome or a movie you got to see exactly when the time was right (like Star Wars VII after waiting for so long for example) and you were smiling and dancing and running all over like a little kid at that moment… (No, that definitely wasn’t from personal experience I swear…). Or that song you like/dislike at first because you saw a remix in a movie and then you hear that same song or the original version somewhere else and you completely change you point of view.

The fourth one is a bit more minor I think, but I believe it remains important anyway. That would be the novelty of the thing you are watching/reading/listening to, to you. If it is entirely new and fresh to you mind you might fall in love with it or hate it but the effect/decision will be a lot definite and influential than if you already have something to compare to it. There are a lot of examples with movies which are remakes/adaptations/reboots/copies/etc. of other, older, creations and that you, as a person that is knowledgeable about the source material, don’t enjoy but that, to your great aberration, younger generations or people who discover this style of thing end up loving. Just know that by discovering something new, it makes the whole experience a lot more interesting. Which is why some people wish they could rediscover things anew to feel what they have felt the first time once more. That’s also why, nowadays, going to the moon is not as exciting as it was to our parents/grandparents because to us, now, it seems almost normal… It all depends on the previous references one has (like me for example, who has a lot of internet references that I can’t share with my family or many of my friend. It is extremely frustrating at time, just know this!)

And then there is the association of one or more of these things, like when you find an association between a great song (you knew or not) and something you love since your childhood, or you discover a new detail on the internet that makes you love a movie/a song/a character differently (a lot more, a lot less) like (and you may scream, horrified, at this but I don’t care) myself when I read the whole theories people post about Harry Potter lore based on a few words on a page in one of the books, or the songs the fans made about the universe. It just makes the source material even better in my mind. The most fulfilling thing in life is when this kind of thing happens to you and you realize you’ve just discovered it on your own (and then you’re “sooooooo Xcited, omgomgomg you have to shrae ti wthi erybody on Tumblr!!!” [no, no link to actual event of my life, I told you already…]) and then you can’t stop being excited.

So yeah, liking and disliking, to me, and as complicated and difficult to understand as it may have been, is a bit like that. If I had to give you a last, perfect, example of all this, it would be this video of Halo, which simultaneously made me fall in love with Halo, its universe and characters, the awesome music and T.S. Elliot and his poem, The Hollow Men in an instant. I had barely finished watching the video that I was already grinning like a madman, deciding to watch the entire play-through of each game, to immerse myself in its universe, its lore for days/weeks/months, to listen to the music over and over again and to read Elliot’s poem which would later become one of my favorites and also a great source of inspiration to me, both for my stories and my poetry. This is what I call falling in love.


Okay, here goes nothing. I hope you understand what I meant or even what I wrote. If you do, awesome! And if you don’t then sorry, I’m bad at these kinds of things, it’s hard to take time to write when I’m excited like this…

500 posts mark passed!

Today I have officially posted the 500th post of this blog!

This is cause for a little celebration, is it not?! :D

I have been thinking about this post for a few days now, ever since I realized that I was getting nearer and nearer to post number 500 so here are a few things I wanted to say (I promise it won’t be too long):

Firstly, I wanted to congratulate myself on making it this far, I had hopes that I would when I began posting the Quotidians and writing Stanley (the first serial I decided to write and publish on this blog) but I didn’t know if I was going to make it, if I was able to do it. Many things changed over time, I stopped the Quotidians and paused Stanley to focus on other stories like Echoes of Power or Tales of Ore, I started writing more poetry and, lately, I even began posting some texts in French. I can’t say it’s been easy, I haven’t always felt inspire to write on a daily basis and I have often not felt satisfied with the quality of my writings, but despite that I have kept doing it. I have kept typing words one after the other and posting texts (more or less) regularly. and, over time, it has become easier and I have managed to better myself along the way. For that reason, I am proud and I want to congratulate myself. But enough about me, now it’s time to talk about you, my dear readers!

The second thing I wanted to say was a huge “Thank you!” to all of you readers who feel interested by my writings and taker some time to stop and come read them. Thank you for that, thank you for your comments (always kind and interesting), thank you for liking what I write and thank you for taking time to read me! I had originally planned to delay this post a little because of another incredibly awesome piece of news: Tales of Ore has almost reached one hundred followers! How awesome is that?! The counter has, at the moment, stopped at 98 followers (darn! so close to a hundred!), but you can’t believe how happy and proud I am! Ninety-eight followers! Can you imagine! So many people!Wow… Such wow, much excitement, very happiness! -Ahem- So, yeah, again, thank you so much to all of you who let me know you enjoy reading what I write, it means a lot! And thank you for simply taking time to read it!

The third, and last (don’t worry, it’s almost over!), thing I wanted to say was that I can only hope that in the future you will keep enjoying what I read because I do not plan to stop any time soon! I have so many projects in mind, so many ideas and feelings I still want to share with all of you. May this adventure keep going for as long as my love of writing burns bright! So, yeah, keep reading because I have a lot more in store for you guys and gals!

I think that is all I had to say so, once more,

THANK YOU!

for everything and may you keep enjoying what I write in the future!

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Elementary my dear Johnson.

Oh, was it Watson? Sorry Watsy- uh, I mean, Johnny… *bad smile*

Soooo, yeah. I’ve just finished watching the third season of the amazing tv series Sherlock and it was… well, amazing! :D (Warning! This may contain spoilers so read it at your own risk! :P)

Now, I’m not writing this to review the series because firstly I love it so it would only be praises for it, and also because it would take so much time that I don’t have to courage to do it. No, what I am writing this for is because of my reaction to the last seconds of the last minutes of the last episode of the last season that recently was broadcasted recently. Of course I have to say that it was awesome but that maybe not everyone will love it as much as I did as it is much more centered on the characters of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson than in te previous seasons. The great mysteries and deductions, though still present, have left the spotlight a bit to focus on the characters’ personalities and interactions with each others. Frankly I loved it, the stag night and the wedding were so much fun to watch, the reunion between the two protagonists and the french waiter were just hilarious and the mind palace scenes were really exciting! Also Mycroft is more present and we get to see the two brothers’ parents and that is priceless! But it is true that it lacked a bit of suspense and mystery which might displease, or have displeased, some of you but I, for my part, really enjoyed it.

Now, what I want to talk about is not the series per se but the feelings that I had as the season came to an end. As you may or may not know the first episode picks up on Sherlock’s trick and the death of Moriarty and the last episode ends on Sherlock leaving by plane after killing Magnussen. Now, I caught on Magnussen’s trick as slowly as a snail, I guessed he had a supercomputer linked to his glasses at first, guess which switched to a chip in his brain when Sherlock tried them. But I only understood it was his mind when he agreed to take them into his vaults, so slow… Now that was quite a fun twist but I also immediately understood that he was going to have to die if they were to ‘delete’ the information about Mary. What I didn’t expect until he pulled the gun was for or dear detective to shoot him himself. Now that was surprising too but also a bit disappointing as it led to Sherlock’s arrest and departure by plane for a suicide mission in europe. I thought ‘ oh, and here’s season two’s finale all over again, he goes, dies (this time in europe) and comes back to life… great…’, I must admit I was disappointed indeed, but not for long. For as soon as the plane took of the scene jumped back to Mycroft and I knew something as up, but what? And my mind went all ‘mind-palace-experience-while-I-get-shot-to-decide-how-I-fall-to-increase-my-chances-of-survival’ and thoughts raced through my mind. Who was it? What was going on?

At that moment,  the excitement of the whole season and the great episode had died down a bit, I wasn’t sure what to think. Was that it? Was he going to leave just like that and pfwit… over? No, of course not, the feeling that something cool had to happen to make us want to watch season three slowly crept inside me and I was proved right! :D

So Mycroft gets the call and a voice says  something to him that we can’t hear. He then turns on the monitor and at that point I know he will have to cal Sherlock back. Now, I know that I’m not describing my reaction nor the emotions that I felt at that moment too well but… to put it clearly it was really quite some disappointment up to that point, but then as the phone rang the excitement came back. I must say, by the way, that when I’m excited over a series or a book I usually express it by shouting, dancing and other wide and wild gestures, which I was starting to do at that time as I was like ‘Oooooooh, this is going to be good’ while clapping in my hands. Yes, I do that from time to time, no worries, I’m just crazy is all… :P Even more when it’s a story I really enjoy (cf Sherlock, Doctor Who or Person of Interest).

Back to what I was saying. So, the phone rings and someone tells Mycroft to watch TV, he turns it on (yes, TV in a car… how great, I want one!) and almost immediately his face expresses utmost disbelief. That’s when it started to click in my head, and I believe in most of the other viewers’, ‘Oh. My. God. Something big is happening!’. Then it skips to Sherlock, he get’s Mycroft’s call, says a little joke about how his holidays were awesome and then back to Mycroft. At that point several theories had sprouted in my mind already. What evil could have forced Mycroft to call Sherlock back? Irene Adler gain? Nah, I don’t think so. Another ‘Moriarty’ or the man himself (which I had been praying for since the end of season 2). And my expectations were nt betrayed! The short but thrilling ‘did you miss me?’ had me speechless and soooo frustrated. I think that was the time I bugged my brother, who was sitting next to me at that point, the most during a tv show. I kept opening and closing my mouth like a fish, unable to formulate a coherent sentence. And then I started repeating over and over ‘no way, no way, no way, no way!’. And finally the after credit scene gave the final push to the nail and I was left there, speechless, frustrated, so excited and extremely happy at the same time. I don’t know if you have ever felt this thrill while reading or watching stories unfold like that but it’s truly awesome!

This is what make Sherlock, Doctor Who and all those series, books, mangas, audio sagas (yes, you may not know of its existence but audio, or mp3 sagas are truly awesome too [well, in french at least, as we seem to have a lot more that any other countries :P]) so cool and so addictive. Who didn’t cry on the evening of the Red Wedding? Who didn’t scream like a fangirl when we learned who Ace’s father was? Who didn’t shout out of frustration on the cliffhanger that left us The Mark of Athena? Hmm? Who dare to contradict me?! Now, I know I’ve basically been ranting all along in this post but please, allow me to finish. The feeling that the authors, directors and actors try to convey to the readers, viewers or listeners are true and they are so awesome, and that is what I try to do in my stories, to make you feel happy, sad, surprised or even frustrated while and after reading them, but it’s not always easy. Though the greatest authors I think are those that can achieve that!

To finish on Sherlock, I’d say that I had about the same reaction as when I watched the ending of season 6 of Doctor Who (which was awesome) and therefore, even if it’s changed a bit over time it’s still as awesome as series as ever! The only down point though was the fact that we didn’t see Irene Adler too much (I hope we’ll see her again, if not then I’ll be as depressed as when she died in the movie version… [I really hope she’s still alive though…]), only in the mind palace scene, but other than that it was great!

Yup, that’s all folks! You can now rest in peace, I finally leave you alone! (For the moment at least! :P)

Ps: What I love in Sherlock is how all the little cases and details always lead to a bigger picture. Like the episode with Irene getting Sherlocked where all the weird cases in the beginning led to that plane that was supposed to be bombed), that is also something that feels awesome to watch! Just as much as the end of the episode where Sherlock understands the password!

PPs: Oh, wand the Elementary version of Sherlock Holmes is not bad either, I thought it would just be a way to compete with Sherlock but it seems quite good too, though I have to watch some more to be absolutely sure! :P


I wrote that quite some time ago now, back when Sherlock season 3 came out…

It's been 84 years..

So yeah, might be a little outdated but still mainly my thoughts on the show!

So I’ve been watching…

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So, yeah, I’ve watched a lot of tv series and movies along the few years since I’ve been around and if there is one thing that has piqued my interest, making me both very happy and extremely annoyed, it’s their unrealism.

Before going any further, I don’t mean the stravangaza (yeah, I’m fooling you all into thinking I’m a highly literate person! ) of the plots or the unbelievable things the creators add to make them interesting. I love movies with super powers, supernatural happenings or simply people who are to the peak of human physical abilities, no I do love that. What bugs me is how they always seem to get out of supposedly unescapable situations. Surrounded by ten soldiers with guns pointed at your chest? Don’t worry, you’ll manage with a swiss knife and a bit of protagonistic luck…

Okay, this is interesting and this is often what makes me read a story, how the main character can beat up twenty guys by just flicking his little finger. I know that comics are full of these kind of characters, who are over powered or that seem to always escape death. But, come on ! There are some things that are not supposed to be escapable, things that should wound you or things that you should at least take notice of. I’ll take the most recent example I have in mind : Revolution. Great series, not the best I’ve ever seen, but very enjoyable. Futuristico-apocaliptico-back-to-the-wildo type of story where every source of electricity has been nullified and people have to live without it. Oh no, there’s nothing wrong with the plot, it’s an awesome idea. But seriously, no one cares about the nuclear power plants? Okay, the main characters are OP, they can escape from multiple rains of bullets, surely fired by ex-stormtroopers, survive multiple near fatal injuries and all the while decimating the enemy’s forces, that I’ll accept. But one of these things killed thousands of people when it blew up and you mean to tell me that those hundred nuclear reactors on american soil ALL remained in tip-top shape and that not one of them blew up or leaked?! Now THAT’s what I call unrealism…

Oh, as a matter of fact the “near fatal injuries” thingy does bother me. How come the enemy dies of on bullet to the stomach in less than ten seconds and the main characters get to survive three bullets to the torso, stand up and shoot back before fainting and STILL surviving in the end? I know, I know, “they are the main characters”, but still… That is an example of why I love Game of Thrones. People die. Main characters die. It’s sad but it’s much more fun! By the way, in Revolution (SPOILER!!! skip to next paragraph to avoid it) why does Danny die if he has the device that manages to heal his mother in mere seconds in his chest? Device which is programmed to heal his chest due to his malformation at birth. (Unless I’m wrong, in which case, my deepest apologies.)

I’m conscious I’m being a party pooper here but really, is it always necessary to go that far in the unrealism? Some stories aren’t made for realism but really, couldn’t the main characters take a longer break when they’re hit by a bullet? Same bullet that would’ve killed a bad guy I must add! And why do bad guys always have miraculous bad aim? Couldn’t they hit the main characters a bit more often? They wouldn’t even care, give them a few minutes and they are up and fighting again anyways… And when the characters die… Oh my god… Can someone really die from a bullet wound in the stomach in less than ten seconds when their friend is trying to help stop the bleeding? And why do they always come just before the guy dies so that he can tell them his last words, make an awkward dying pause and then die? Why can’t they arrive a bit late for once? Or why can’t the dying character take hours to die and they have to wait and they fall asleep en if they don’t want to and when they wake up he or she is dead? That would be so much better than “I’m here Katty! OMG you’re wounded to the stomach, you’re gonna die!” “Yes John, I know, tell my wife I love her…” “Okay…” *Awkwards pause* *Dies* *John cries* Well at least having to stay by the friend’s side for hours or long minutes until he dies would be so much better in my mind… Or is it simply that they speed up the process in movies? I dunno… I don’t even know where I was going with all this anymore, I’m too upset… (damn it!)

Oh yeah, I was rambling about this because when I write I like to keep the realism in my stories. I mean that in a proportionate way, that means that if I want to add purple dragons that shoot marshmallows out of their claws I will, but simply that if a character is faced with an impossible situation he might have a lot more difficulties getting out of it. And if he dies then either he has time to say his last words and dies slowly or he dies instantaneously. I love super powers and I have a really hard time adding them in the story I’m writing right now and keeping them realistic. Anyways, I’m running out of rambling material so I think I’ll stop for the moment, and maybe come back to it later, but for now I need to get back to writing…

Thank you for reading if you did, I hope I didn’t bore you to death. If you have any reaction to share don’t hesitate, I’d love to know! ;)

See ya later, alligators!