The God Ennui - Bosse-de-Nage

Fine particles are forced from a point on the horizontal mirror

They develop a gritty smoke which moves of its own accord along the surface

It gathers to form a series of lines, then swirling, connected shapes

A mechanical hum fills the air

Twin brothers emerge from the dust

«Watch that man squatting in the corner.»

Says the first

«Which man?»

«The one who holds his head in his hands and whose tears flow like a river.»

«I don’t see him, but I can feel his presence.»

«He is the source of our uneasiness, his name is Ennui.»

«My arms fold into themselves when I reach for him.»

«Will we ever reach you?»

The brothers become vague as the mirror loses its color

Their lines extend infinitely instead of renewing themselves

«I can be found in the corner of every room.»

Says Ennui

Ennui disintegrates, but leaves behind a piece of his shit

The vertical mirror reflects reality