Olivier Legrand

            I am the inside man. Don’t trust this skin and this head, they are both fake. I m inside, I live inside my, inside my body, the outside is my protection, my shell. I don’t if I always be this kind of man, when you become an inside man, did I born like this?             The huge cannot pass this shall, the violence of this world doesn’t affect me at all. Only the small, the tiny can pass and touch me, touch my true skin. I can see only the insignificant, the trivial with my true inside eyes, my outside eyes, these that you see, can just recognize shape, motion they cannot feel, they give my social information, just to survive, just to stay in the middle of you, be these fake social eyes never give me pleasure or feeling, only the inside eyes can. And this mouth, it’s as fake as the rest of my outside body, from here only air escape, air in motion, that all, never a word.             Yes I live in the inside. The live has carved this shell with a hammer. It has given it […]