Chronic
Every week
Geneviève Jurgensen’s column
Despite or thanks to the heatwave, I enjoyed reading the newspaper, the newspapers, every day… Until last Tuesday. It refreshed me. And then there was Wednesday, hotter than hot, and the press, this machine to stir up air, to raise the bangs, to annoy, to seduce, to surprise, to instruct, to trigger little laughs of complicity with oneself, no longer said anything to me. Open the newspaper to read that it’s hot?
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