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Train train quotidien



I knew the daily routine and all of its stops. I knew the color and texture of my coffee, just like it’s smell floating in the air of my apartment every morning. I measured it carefully every evening, it tasted how I wanted. I knew the sound of the train’s closing doors by heart. In the Reality Station, I was no longer lifting my head when I walked: I followed the crowd, absorbed by the daily newspaper. The world news wasn’t positive but my horoscope predicted a good day, so as I closed the newspaper my worries alleviated. The machine carried me to the next station, whatever its name, Work, Store or House. It took me and brought me back to the right quay. It did what I asked. I was controlling my life and I was satisfied.

The wheels of the system were well maintained, in spite of the Boredom Sands screeching under the cogs. There was always a solution: cigarettes blew away the sand, coffee prevented rust and alcohol lubricated. It was comfortable but I wasn’t dreaming anymore. My nights were empty. On the black screen a commercial played over and over for some laundry detergent with the slogan : “Cleaner than Clean”. Neither nightmare nor adventure to distract me from aquarium. Why complain? The water was clean, the temperature was ideal, I was eating at a set time and I had no fear because tomorrow would be the same routine.

So, why am I here without knowing where to go? Why did I hit  the brakes? Why did I leave the train? My coffee never has the same taste, I discover new smells, flavor and colors. Sometimes it’s too bitter or too strong. Sometimes it’s ecstasy, but I can never seem to make it the same way twice. I don’t know what to expect, I don’t know how to measure it anymore or even which brand to buy. I no longer read the newspaper. I see people walking with their heads in papers and I imagine their life, their story. I forget to get off at my stop, so now I have to follow new paths to reach my quay. And I see this girl leaving the train. I am afraid to talk to her. My heart is beating in my chest. I’m alive.

French :

Je connaissais la routine et tous ses arrêts. Je connaissais la couleur et la texture de mon café, tout comme son odeur qui flottait dans mon appartement tous les matins. Je le dosais soigneusement chaque soir, il avait le goût que j’attendais. Je connaissais par coeur le bruit que faisait la porte du train qui se refermait. Dans la Gare de la Réalité, je ne levais même plus la tête quand je marchais, : je suivais la foule, plongé dans mon journal quotidien. Les nouvelles du monde n’étaient pas bonnes mais mon horoscope prédisait une belle journée, alors je refermais le journal le coeur léger. La machine me portait jusqu’à la prochaine station, peu importe son nom, Travail, Magasin ou Maison. Elle m’amenait et me ramenait à bon port. Elle faisait ce que je lui demandais. Je contrôlais ma vie et j’étais satisfait.

Les rouages du système étaient bien entretenus malgré les Sables de l’Ennui qui crissaient sous leur dents crantées. ll y avait toujours une solution : la cigarette soufflait le sable, le café évitait la rouille et l’alcool mettait de l’huile. C’était confortable mais, je ne rêvais plus. Mes nuits étaient vides. Sur l’écran noir défilait une publicité pour une lessive quelconque, elle tournait en boucle avec le slogan : « plus blanc que blanc ». Ni cauchemar, ni aventure pour me distraire de mon aquarium. Pourquoi me plaindre ? L’eau était propre, la température était idéale, j’étais nourris à heure fixe et je n’avais aucune crainte car, demain serait la même routine.

Alors, pourquoi je me retrouve ici, sans savoir où aller ? Pourquoi avais-je actionné le frein ? Pourquoi avais-je quitté le train ? Mon café n’a jamais le même goût, je découvre de nouvelles odeurs, saveurs et couleurs. Parfois, il est trop amère ou trop fort. Parfois, c’est l’extase, mais je sais pas comment la retrouver. Je ne sais pas à quoi m’attendre, je ne sais plus le doser ni quel marque acheter. Je ne lis plus le journal. Je vois les gens qui marchent le nez dans leur papier et j’imagine leur vie, leur histoire. J’en oublie de descendre à mon arrêt et suis obligé de passer par de nouveaux chemins pour rejoindre mon quai. Et je vois cette fille qui sort de la rame. J’ai peur de lui parler. J’ai le coeur qui bat. Je suis en vie.

Time : 14h00 hours

Software : Photoshop CC

Tool : Wacom Intuos 4M

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Hey! I absolutely LOVE this artwork. Would I be allowed to use it as an inspirational image for a song I made called Lokomotyf?

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This, my dear artist, is the story of Difference, the story of artists, writers, people who made a difference in a way or the other. I like this kind of stories.

MorJer's avatar

Some guy here on DA is uploading your work as his own:

swdolphins7's avatar
Is a print available for this one?
that-art-lover's avatar
This is so amazing!!! I love it!
NyrocofHoole's avatar
Look at it from a distance, and it can look like a woman.
Eledhwen-Arts's avatar
J'apprécie énormément cette peinture ... Elle me parle beaucoup, ce qui s'en dégage est très intense ...
Au passage, excellent texte ... Où je pense que nous sommes très nombreux à nous y retrouver ;)
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This looks so good.
RusReality's avatar
Великолепный ракурс, очень удачно подобран цвет. Выглядит потрясающе атмосферно.
BoogywoogumsYT's avatar
what did you use to make it O.O also great pic of a steam engine!
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very cool - the picture, but especially the text =)
Draegohn's avatar
I love it.
I am using it as illustration for a poem I wrote here:…;
If you wish me not to use it then please message me and I will remove it. You are appropriately credited on the page.
Thanks and I'm glad I found your work. 
digifuzzy's avatar
A very haunting and eerie piece. Thank you!
PigeonLuffa's avatar
I hate how so many people especially adults become stressed and obsessed with making sure things go how they want even though by doing so they're always upset and making others upset so even if they get what they want they're still unsatisfied and it's just spreading misery. You'd be SURPRISED by how many people need to get a life, and if you told them they'd say they had one just because they have a job and responsibilities. Those aren't what make a life. a life is feeling alive and living on more than just caffeine, your next pay check, and anxiety....We need to relax and look at others and what they want as more than just a problem to handle in a daily routine.
littl3miss-n1ghtmare's avatar
Gorgeous work, love the colors & atmosphere ! >ω<
BlueMoonDesuuu's avatar
This is way too beautiful most than nothing because of the meaning behind it, I absolutely loved the text! Where is it from? Is it from a book or did you write it yourself? Please tell me I´d love to know.
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