By Alexis Barbin
Sterile domination
A scab is an alarm that I set at 4AM and that I snooze every 5 minutes during two hours. Every five minutes the same process. Every five minutes the same idiot face that I make when I realize that it was stupid to try to sleep an once more than this and that I'm way more tired than when the last alarm rang.A scab is a strike on the Central Line that I have been aware of, for hours, for days, and that still can surprise me when I joyfully go out of home and arrive in front of the sad closed metal gates of the subway.A scab is me arriving late at the School of Communication Art because the expected strike was, mysteriously, still unexpected to me.A scab is a sexy deadline with whom I love to flirt.A scab is a book that I mechanically put in my backpack every morning, even though I perfectly know that I will not open my bag during my regular morning tube ride through London and that I will probably not have the time to read it during my day at school.A scab is THREE books (seriously, why ? I feel like I'm going on an adventure EVERY SINGLE morning) that I mechanically put in my backpack every morning, even though I perfectly know that I will not open my bag during my regular tube morning ride through London and that I will probably not have the time to read them during my day at school.A scab is a half of a bicycle that is left abandoned in a corner of my living room, that I promised myself to fix and mount three years ago, when I stopped cycling after a perfidious motorbike rider tried to end my life by driving through me (it hurt).A scab is my parents that I never call.A scab is fifteen pounds worth of vegetables that I buy then throw away a month later, knowing it was probably not edible anymore (by the way, I created life).A scab is a entire productive day that I want to start perfectly, a scab is a day that I will spend on the couch, thinking about all the things that I could have done if I started doing them thgirty minutes ago, an hour ago, six hours ago.A scab is that drawings pile on my desk that I constantly try to avoid.A scab is procrastination, but you already got that.I am open to any suggestions. Really.



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