The Little Continent

(English translation of Le Petit Continent)

I: The Founding Ruins

The Founding Ruins along the Great Road to the north of the Little Continent. Is this where the debacle will take place? Is this where the spectators will soon gather? Of course not, for the spectacles take place in the distant surroundings where the wind never stops blowing. Do you see the flames of the fire beacons at the entrance to the Ruins?

Yesterday, a short, fat but neatly dressed man lit the beacons. He performed this sacred ordinance - you won't believe it - in the presence of no one. Even the numerous seagulls that one normally encounters during the day near the famous Complex-of-the-Ages did not show up yesterday.

Watch your feet when visiting the Ruins. The shifting sands are dangerous, and the haphazard vegetation makes them treacherously difficult to see. So take the AP32 Tramway, which blissfully and fully traverses the treacherous landscape. This exceptionally beautiful, hilly, green region is a danger to modern humans from the Little Continent.

II: The Earth’s Crust

Strange things are happening on the Little Continent. The Earth's crust around the northern lakes…

It is gradually sinking and giving up the land to the northern lakes. And all this happens - you won't believe it - in small plops. There is a distinct plop, as if someone is firing a gun and poof, a piece of land disappears underwater. The water is beautiful because it is ink black and almost completely opaque. These lakes are black ink stains in the landscape and blend in beautifully with the vibrant green of the surrounding hills.

The Earth's crust... is so beautiful. At dawn, there's the sound of a weapon and it gives itself a little bit to the ink.

Shhh, a secret. You can hear her moaning when you take off your boots and carefully walk over her barefoot. And if you decide to bathe in the northernmost ink pool, her face will appear and she will smile at you.

III: The world is a mirror

In the land of now, the world is itself: dry, emotionless. However, it seems to be much more than that in the eyes of the little human wolves: sacred, beautiful, theirs, a mirror (both hot and cold).

The side effect of beauty is that it is hard to let go. Luckily, it is sometimes terribly cold on the Little Continent and you get very hungry. Otherwise it would be really hard to say goodbye.

The world is a frozen mirror.

In the Norman fishing village of Clichy in the south, the colorful doors and windows of the houses refresh my eyes, but the black pebbles on the beach possess an eternal beauty.

IV: A knight, a lier

What does the island really look like? Can we, for once, look the damn country straight in the eye?

Yes, my dear: the land mingles with the thoughts of the marine animals that surround it.

The sword of a great French knight lies on the northernmost beach. A local has been telling lies to his wife for fifty years.

For 50 years, people have been talking bad about a certain Hervé Chauveheid, my personal hero. This French knight once cut off the head of a German because he had raped his wife. Hervé soon regretted his deed: he traveled to the Little Continent where he buried his sword out of grief.

The liar's lies are accepted in his circle of friends, but his blood is weakened because of his despicable attitude.

His blood is no longer as warm as it once was.

His wife cries a lot in secret.

V: Jean Triëst

The elderly liar Jean Trieste is an interesting character because he is not good-natured. Neither is a polar bear. On the beach near his hut, the man kneels every time the sun is high. (Why does he do this?) The sun sows destruction when it is high: it gives heat strokes to those who forget to wear a cap.

An expensive, fashionable cap, designed by Miroslav Kuweit from rural Paris, lies on the dresser of Nona Kordal, a friendly neighbor. This cap always urges the wearer to perform sacred gestures, and that is what Jean Trieste prefers to avoid. He wants nothing to do with the Romanticism of Sweet Peace.

This breath of fresh air through the landscape of the current human zeitgeist … This inner wind seduces women and makes them powerless and emotional.

The inner wind is powerful.