Autopromo du mois de décembre

Et voilà, après Glamour, c'est Paris Match qui m'a demandé de témoigner. Le résultat: cette photo assassine (interdiction de sourire, m'a dit le photographe), et surtout ce texte sur le site du journal: j'y parle d'« une génération endurante qui s’adapte, se débrouille, se réinvente et trouve ses propres solutions. Vous verrez, un jour nous allons vous épater. »

En vrai, c'était aussi ça que je voulais dire plutôt, mais bon, David Forster Wallace l'a déjà bien exprimé:

[T]he real value of a real education [has] almost nothing to do with knowledge, and everything to do with simple awareness; awareness of what is so real and essential, so hidden in plain sight all around us, all the time, that we have to keep reminding ourselves over and over:

‘This is water.’

It is unimaginably hard to do this, to stay conscious and alive in the adult world day in and day out. Which means yet another grand cliché turns out to be true: your education really IS the job of a lifetime.”

(dans This is Water).

Voilà, bonne journée à tous!

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