le mot avenir

I’m looking at “the future”. I’m sitting in the present and looking at “the future”. I’m trying to see what’s beyond, but “the future” is an opaque object. I get up and go round it. Gently. Does it take time to get round “the future”? …And now I see “the future” from the back: I see “erutuf eht”. “Erutuf eht” is only slightly opaque. I try, beyond “erutuf eht”, to distinguish the present. I make out my empty chair. I tell myself, positioned in front of “erutuf eht” and further off my empty chair, that if I go back I’ll see “the future”, I’ll see the future without inverted commas. I go back very gently and I see: “the future”. Behind “the future” is “the future”. Don’t give in too quickly. I go gently round “the future”#2, I turn back gently and see “erutuf eht”. I turn back gently and see “the future”#3. I stop for a while. I ask myself about present. About the problem of the empty chair. After sprinting eight metres, I hurdle “the future”#3, then “the future”#4, and I continue running and jumping but I’m no longer worrying about the present or the empty chair. Until “the future”#10. And there: nothing more. Except, on the bare ground fifteen metres away: “finishing line”. I jump “finishing line”, so lightly. Lots of noise from the stands. (My ancestors, my descendants.) They make a hellish din. I’m still in the present. I turn back under the shouts and missiles. I see the perspective of “erutuf eht”s and right at the end, undisturbed: my chair is empty.