Something Else

A multicolored being.

In 2027 (I think), I’ll publish my autobiography, in English (I’m French but surprisingly, when it comes to writing, I often feel more comfortable in English).

My life is a multiverse weirder than the weirdest SF book, and it’s full-packed with amazing stories.

I swear, if u read it, u’re in for a full blast.

Here's the beginning of the book:

Preamble

I’m gonna tell my story here, piece by piece, category by category. Bit by bit, my autobiography.

Jean-Jacques Rousseau wrote, as the preamble to his own:

I am embarking on an enterprise which has no precedent, and whose accomplishment will have no imitator. I want to show my fellow men a man in all the truth of nature; and this man shall be myself. Myself alone. I know my own heart and understand men. I am made unlike anyone I have ever met; I dare believe I am unlike anyone alive.

I ain’t Rousseau, and I got zero desire to be Rousseau. Quite the opposite, actually. When I meet somebody for the first time, I see them as a whole different being. It’s through talking that bridges get built and common ground starts showing up. That’s the cool part, if you ask me. I want that when you read me, it feels like you’re chopping it up with me, and somehow catching bits of yourself in me too.

—–> Stay tuned: I’ll write about it on SFSS when it’s out.