7:26 p.m., Barrault street, Paris 13 th. Just another day : it’s 6:00 pm, I have been working all day, I still have a lot of wok to do, and I haven’t been dancing yet (for the « minute » because I have already been 5h hours in a dance studio for rehearsals). One minute of dance takes me about 4 hours a day. So, it will take me the whole evening. I drop my bag at home and go. I have no idea where to dance. I’m am fried. I take a short ride in the 13th. These days, all the days in fact, I think about what the minute of dance costs me, what it demands from me: everything. I have to keep going, whatever happens. Going over my strain, I dance on a Bach suite, in a empty street with old fashioned signs. I dance in a passage, interrupted by tourist for airbnb questions. Eventually, I dance in Barrault street. The weather is nice. Elvis music gives me heart (this song , according to Rolling Stone Magazine, is the beginning of Rock and Roll). I end more joyful that I started. It’s the magic of this act. It calls joy particles. I can feel them crackling around. Duration of the minute : 2 hours. Now, I have to process the videos, the pictures and the text. Total duration ; 4 hours and 30 minutes. At 10: 30 p.m,I will return to the work left in stand by at 6:00 p.m. It’s my life, since January 2015. That is what this project demands from me, every day, without a pause. I’m thinking of you. I know that you’re following. I will be, as every day, at the rendez-vous.
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