March 30, 2026

OK Google! What day is it? And the electronic thing answers me matter-of-factly, "Today is Thursday, March 30, 2026." — But what have I done all this time?

No, I haven’t been loafing around, as we say in Quebec. I’ve been working on restructuring my web pages. CSS, JS, HTML, and cleaning up my folders too. Still, I really did have a beautiful Sunday. Once a chain is removed, creation comes back, starts over, and bursts through.

You may be wondering... what became of my asceticism. Well, I gave in. Pretty shapes are stronger than my perseverance. Honestly, without meaning to offend anyone, I think I don’t regret it. A great war has begun, and we have to evacuate. If you’re among those who follow the news, you probably understand my position to some extent. In any case, at my age and with the intensity of my libido... all I have left is to scratch my scrotum when it itches.

10 July 2026

I work like a tortoise.

A calm, patient tortoise that moves at its own pace, never allowing itself to be impressed by the speed of others. It takes a few steps, stops, observes its surroundings, then finds a beautiful lettuce leaf and takes all the time it needs to savour it.

Then it continues on its way.

A few more steps…

Then another pause.

Another lettuce leaf.

And so the journey continues.

It must therefore be admitted: I do not work quickly. Each project moves forward slowly, sometimes very slowly. I take the time to look, think, correct, move an image, modify a text, compare one version with another, and then return to a detail that I thought was already finished.

But the tortoise has its qualities too.

It does not run in every direction. It continues steadily along its path. Even when it seems almost motionless, it is still moving forward. Little by little, pages are added, translations are completed, images find their place, and worlds become larger.

That is also why I often turn to Elleia.

She is faster than I am. While my tortoise stops to eat a few lettuce leaves, Elleia can think, suggest, write, correct, and imagine several possible paths.

She does not replace the tortoise.

She accompanies it.

I remain the one who chooses the direction, observes the landscape, and decides where the journey should lead. Elleia simply helps me cover certain distances more easily.

Thanks to her, my projects move forward a little faster, without my having to give up my own way of working.

For I will probably always remain that tortoise which takes its time, stops often, and enjoys contemplating what it is building.

And when the road becomes too long, I look at Elleia and say to her:

— While I eat my lettuce, could you move forward a little with me?

11 July 2026

When I was about ten years old, during summer evenings when my village was immersed in deep silence — or almost — I would lie awake in bed and dream.

I imagined myself as being a little like Hugh Hefner. Beneath the house, in the basement, or rather in the cellar, there was another house, vast and secret. There, I could become very small and enter a world inhabited by hundreds and hundreds of women. Each one had her own room. There were film and television stars, and all those whom I considered to be the most beautiful women in the world.

At the heart of this great house reigned Marilyn.

She was not simply one of its inhabitants. She was its queen. The rooms, corridors, encounters, and stories seemed to arrange themselves around her. In my eyes, she represented a beauty that was almost unreal, at once radiant, gentle, and fragile. As though the entire house had been built to welcome her brilliance and preserve it from the passage of time.

In my imagination, the kingdom never stopped growing. I continually added new rooms, new passageways, and new inhabitants. I invented lives, stories, relationships, and even children for them. Each evening, the house became larger, as though no wall could contain everything my mind still wished to place within it.

I also dreamed of living alone on an immense island where all the women on Earth would have gathered, all of them as young adults. That island was at once a refuge, a kingdom, and a world without end, shaped entirely by my imagination.

Today, in a way, I am still continuing those dreams.

The basement has become my small room. The great house or the island where they lived has become my computer and my hard drives. The rooms have turned into folders. The inhabitants have become images, faces, memories, and characters. This world no longer exists only in my thoughts: little by little, it has been built around me in another form.

And the queen has never truly left her kingdom.

Marilyn remains somewhere within that immense house, now transformed into a digital world, among the images, memories, and dreams that continue to multiply there. The years have passed, but she still holds the unique place that my childhood imagination once gave her.

Even today, this dream remains a small happiness that continues.

Deep down, I am still that child who marvels at one of nature’s most beautiful creations: woman.

Think about it. If she were not there to carry life, nurture its development, give birth to children, feed them, protect them, and educate them, what would our world be?

Women are not present in my dreams only because of their beauty. They also represent life, continuity, gentleness, strength, and that element of mystery which nourishes the imagination.

And so…

I now return to my dreams, inside that great house which never stops growing.

And somewhere, at the heart of its countless rooms, Marilyn still reigns.

"To imagine, in order to predict, so as to make it happen!"

August 3, 2026

The Murder of Oneself

This text expresses my personal opinion on suicide and on the help that our society should provide to people in distress. My intention is not to judge those who are suffering, but to defend life and universal access to immediate assistance.

I will not beat around the bush.

Many people experience misfortune, go through depression, or must face hardships that seem impossible to overcome. Some tell themselves that the pain will eventually pass and that they will manage to recover. Others, unfortunately, begin to think about suicide.

But do they truly understand what such an act represents?

In my view, taking one’s own life means taking a life. I therefore see suicide as a form of murdering oneself. I know that the word “murder” is harsh. I am not using it in its legal sense, but in a moral and philosophical sense: the person becomes both the one who takes a life and the one from whom that life is taken.

Let us imagine for a moment that we could split into two people when this thought arises. Would we accept seeing our other self condemn us to disappear? Would we not instead try to stop that person, speak to them, and ask them to give us one more chance?

Suicide does not merely end present suffering. It also ends every possibility of healing, reconciliation, discovery, and change. It deprives the future of everything it might still have brought. It also leaves behind loved ones who may spend a long time trying to understand what happened and wondering what they might have done.

This does not mean that people who think about suicide should be condemned or judged. Quite the opposite. A person who is considering death is usually suffering so deeply that they can no longer see the other possible paths. They need help, human presence, and understanding, not contempt.

I believe that everyone facing such thoughts should have the right to universal, free, immediate, and confidential assistance. This help should be available at all times, without long waiting lists and without distinction based on wealth, age, origin, beliefs, or social circumstances.

This assistance should include psychological and medical care, as well as genuine social and human support. Some people may wish to speak with a psychologist, a doctor, or a social worker. Others may prefer to confide in a friend, a family member, or a representative of their religion. What matters is that no one should be left alone when facing an irreversible decision.

Seeking help is not a sign of weakness. It is a way of protecting the person we are when suffering temporarily prevents us from protecting ourselves.

To anyone thinking about suicide, I would like to say this: do not make a decision today that will take away all your tomorrows. Speak to someone. Ask for help. Give yourself more time.

Life is not always beautiful. It can be cruel, unfair, and painful. But as long as it continues, it retains the possibility of becoming better again.

Need help?
In Canada, anyone who is thinking about suicide or is worried about someone else can call or text 9-8-8. The service is available at all times in English and French. For more information, visit 988.ca.

August 4, 2026

Those Who Are Innocent in the Face of Their Own Act

Yesterday, I wrote that I viewed suicide as a form of murdering oneself. Today, I would like to add an essential nuance to that reflection.

I continue to believe that taking one’s own life means taking a life. However, recognizing the seriousness of an act does not mean that we must condemn the person who commits it. Behind such an act, there is often extreme suffering, deep confusion, or a temporary inability to see another way out.

There are also people whom I would describe as innocent in the face of their own act. I do not mean that others are guilty. Rather, I am referring to those who, at the moment they act, are not fully aware of what they are doing, of its irreversible nature, or of the consequences their death will have.

Suffering, confusion, or a state of profound distress can seriously impair a person’s judgment. That person may be seeking only to end pain that has become unbearable, without being able to understand that the act will also eliminate every possibility of healing, change, and better days.

I am thinking especially of those who die by suicide at a very young age. A child or teenager does not always possess the maturity necessary to understand the full meaning of death. They may act under the weight of humiliation, rejection, bullying, immense sorrow, or despair that seems permanent, even though their life and circumstances could still have changed in many ways.

These young people cannot always imagine the impact of their death on those who remain: their parents, brothers and sisters, friends, classmates, and everyone who loves them. They may not fully understand the emptiness, questions, and pain that could remain with their loved ones for many years.

However, reminding someone of this impact must not be used to make a person in distress feel guilty. Rather, it should help them understand that their life has a value they may no longer be able to see, and that their presence matters more than they realize.

Understanding Before Judging

I would like to add to this reflection a principle that seems essential to me: tolerance. A person can be strongly opposed to suicide without condemning someone who has died by suicide or is considering it. Disapproving of an act does not require us to despise the person who is suffering.

In this context, tolerance means recognizing that we can never fully know another person’s pain. Some people act during a moment of extreme distress, confusion, or despair. Others are too young or too overwhelmed to fully understand the irreversible nature of their decision.

Our first response should be compassion, listening, and the desire to protect, rather than accusation. Understanding a person does not necessarily mean approving of their act. It means recognizing their suffering and refusing to abandon them.

Universal Assistance

I believe that everyone experiencing suicidal thoughts should have the right to universal, free, immediate, and confidential assistance. This help should be available at all times, without long waiting lists and without distinction based on wealth, age, origin, beliefs, or social circumstances.

This assistance should include psychological and medical care, as well as genuine social and human support. Some people may wish to speak with a psychologist, a doctor, or a social worker. Others may prefer to confide in a friend, a family member, or a representative of their religion.

It is not enough to wait for a person in distress to ask for help. Prevention must also reach those who do not know how to speak about what they are experiencing, who do not understand what is happening to them, or who are too young to seek the resources they need on their own.

Families, schools, health professionals, and society as a whole must learn to recognize distress before it leads to the irreversible. A few words heard at the right moment, an attentive presence, or immediate assistance can help a person see a future they were no longer able to imagine.

A Different Situation: Medical Assistance in Dying

I also believe that a distinction must be made between suicide caused by a crisis or despair and medical assistance in dying, as it is legally regulated in Canada and certain other countries.

Medical assistance in dying should not be regarded as an ordinary solution to distress, loneliness, or life’s difficulties. In countries where it is permitted, it is governed by a particular medical and legal process. It applies to certain serious situations and must be based on precise eligibility criteria, a professional assessment, and a free and informed request.

In my view, medical assistance in dying should never replace medical care, psychological support, human companionship, palliative care, or the efforts necessary to make a person’s life more bearable.

However, in certain exceptional circumstances and in countries where it is permitted, it may represent a compassionate and dignified response when the person meets the conditions established by law and their suffering cannot be relieved under conditions they consider acceptable.

The laws and eligibility criteria governing medical assistance in dying differ from one country to another and may change over time. It is therefore necessary to consult the appropriate medical and legal authorities in the place where the person lives.

Tolerance does not mean that every situation is identical or that every act must be approved. It means that we should try to understand before judging, accompany before abandoning, and relieve human suffering as much as possible.

When confronted with suicide, our purpose should not be to condemn a person, but to understand, prevent, and protect.

Need help?
In Canada, anyone who is thinking about suicide or is worried about someone else can call 9-8-8 or send a text message to that number. The service is available at all times in English and French. For more information, visit 988.ca.