Disons-le lui au cas où il ne le saurait pas : un pouvoir dans un tel état de retranchement, un pouvoir à ce degré d’écorchure symbolique, est un pouvoir perdu.
(En soutien à Garspard Glanz, libéré mais empêché d'exercer son métier.
Un pas de plus vient d'être franchi. Le journaliste indépendant a été libéré lundi soir mais il lui est interdit de paraître à Paris les samedis et le 1er mai, ce jusqu'à son procès en octobre.)
DISCORD THREAD FEATURING: Landon and @lorencourtier
MENTIONS: N/A
WHERE: Blue Bar
WHEN: the day after Khai’s car accident
DESCRIPTION: After a few texts, they decide to go out for drinks and Landon picks Loren up after work. (Lordon first date)
TRIGGER WARNINGS: brief mentions of homophobia
Landon
Work was tough that day and Landon couldn't wait to get out of there. Not that he got much done as he spent most of his day staring at his computer and at his papers without actually seeing them. Every time he so much as tried to get anything done, his thoughts went to everything that happened in the last few days and he was back to square one. He was so relieved when he got a text from Loren and when the other boy agreed to meet up for a drink. Their conversation at the bar went really well and they exchanged numbers but Landon was a bit hesitant about texting first; he always was in these sort of things. Maybe a drink and a chat with someone who was disconnected from all of his drama was just what he needed to wind down and for his mind to stop spinning. He got in his car and checked the address one last time before making his way over. Thankfully, there was a free spot right in front of Loren's place and he honked his horn to announce his arrival. "Hey", he smiled, as soon as Loren was out.
Loren
Loren had been thinking about Landon a lot since their first meeting. He knew he probably looked like a goob to the other male with how drunk he was. But now he had a chance to show him another side of himself. The sober side. He got off his couch and threw on a hoodie over his white tee and slipped into his old pair of converse. Making his way quickly outside to meet Landon once he had honked. He pulled the passengers side door open, his curls flying wild in the wind, and he offered the other male a smile. “Hey yourself good lookin” he smiled shyly. Sure he could be flirtatious and unfiltered sometimes. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t shy as fuck. “So where we headed? You pick the place and I’ll pay the tab” he winked. Strapping his seatbelt over himself after closing the door.
Landon
Even in a hoodie and jeans, Loren looked really good and it was nice to get to see him outside of the dim lights of the bar. "Oh um...I usually just go to Blue Bar for a drink but if you know of anywhere else, I'll try anything once." Why did he always have to be so awkward? He was fine with people he knew and even with people who he didn't really have any interest in. But the second he was confronted by someone he thought of as good looking, his brain turned to mush and made him sound like someone who'd never talked to anyone in his life. He started up the car and got out of the parking space.
Loren
Once Loren was situated in the seat, he leaned back and looked over at Landon with a smile. He was so cute how he seemed to get flustered, just by talking to him. “Blue Bar it is then” he nodded. “I go to Cherry Pop a lot, or Reggies. But, I like Blue Bar. Great atmosphere” he nodded. He lifted his hand to push his curls back out of his face and lifted his brow as Landon began to drive. It was nice seeing the other male again. He was much cuter than Loren remembered. Even though he remembered him being pretty cute in the first place. Landons eyes were still punching him in the gut with how mesmerizingly blue they were.
Landon
"Hmm, I can only imagine what you get up to at Cherry Pop", he teased with a chuckle. Landon didn't go there as often as he knew others living nearby did as it wasn't exactly his scene. The few times he did go ended up being more enjoyable than he thought though. He didn't want to take his eyes off the road but he couldn't help the way his gaze redirected to Loren's hand as it was running through his hair. As much as he denied it to anyone who teased him about it, Landon had always had a thing for curly hair, and this time was no different. "So what did you get up to today, apart from laying on the sofa and thinking nice things about me?"
Loren
“Can you now?” he asked with a blushing chuckle as he rubbed his legs. Landon kept looking over at him and it made him feel all jittery inside. He was trying so hard to hide it though. Sure, he liked to go out and have a good time. But Landon, he made Loren want to submit. Especially when he called him out for thinking about him. “Not a lot actually. I had the day off so I just laid around and watch some old movies. Have you ever seen When Harry Met Sally?”
Landon
Landon really hoped he didn’t offend with his comment but judging by the blush on the other’s cheeks, Loren knew he was only teasing. After all, no one went to Cherry Pop just to have a drink. “Yeah, I think I have a pretty good idea.” He was going to say more but then held himself back. Things were still so new with them that he didn’t want to make Loren uncomfortable with his teasing. “I have! It’s actually one of my favourite movies. I love to watch it when I’m feeling a little low. It never fails to lift up my spirits.”
Loren
“Well, I’d love to hear your ideas” he grinned. Reaching over and squeezing Landons leg gently as he playfully shook it. Loren knew the other male probably did know exactly what he got up to out there. But, hearing him say it would be sexy as hell. Especially coming from that sweet look he had on his face. Landon couldn’t help it though really, he just had one of those faces. He looked like a rugged bad boy with an innocent smile. Plus, those blue eyes were just icing on an already incredibly delicious cake. “Really?” he asked a bit surprised. “It’s one of my favorite movies too. Just so... tumultueusement comique” he smiled. “Maybe we can watch it together sometime. I mean, if you’d like that?”
Landon
Landon was going to take this as a lesson not to put his own foot in his mouth. Because he just knew that he was going to turn bright red no matter what he said but what else did he expect by making conversation about a strip club? “I think you go there to enjoy the show that they offer by having poles in the middle of their tables. Maybe pay a little extra to get a nice show? I’m not sure if you’re a fan of their weekly burlesque entertainment though. That’s something you’re going to have to enlighten me on.” By the end of his rambling Landon was probably looking as red as a tomato and he was avoiding Loren’s eyes, which was made easier by the fact that he was driving. Landon’s eyes widened when he heard him talk French and he bit his lip. Was he really one of those people who got affected by someone talking a foreign language? Apparently so. “I would love that actually, yeah.”
Loren
It was hard not to stare at Landon as his cheeks turned red. But, he did his best not to gawk. He didn’t want to make Landon too uncomfortable after all. “Yeah, you’re exactly right. There’s nothing wrong with getting a little naughty is there?” Loren bit the tip of his tongue as he smiled. His own cheeks heating up a bit as he flirted. “However, I do in fact enjoy the burlesque. I thinks it’s pretty fascinating and sexy.” Watching Landon bite his lip, his own lips parted. His tongue trailing slowly over the bottom as he thought about what it would be like kissing him. “You’re cute” he spat out without even thinking twice. A wide smile spreading across his lips as he took in Landons features. “We should definitely do it then. It’s a date.”
Landon
Landon nodded, there was definitely no judgement from him. He wasn’t as promiscuous as some people he knew but he definitely wasn’t an innocent virgin either. There was absolutely nothing wrong with being a little naughty in his books. “Do you? I only watched a burlesque show but I have to agree. There’s something quite beautiful about it as well, isn’t there?” Landon wasn’t expecting such a statement from Loren and he smiled. Getting a compliment was always flattering, especially from someone so attractive. Couldn’t Loren see himself? He was hot, yet adorable at the same time. If that was even possible. “It’s a date.” Landon could see the Blue Bar in the distance so he looked for an empty parking and parked in the first spot he saw.
Loren
“Oh yeah, definitely! Sometimes I prefer the burlesque show over the strippers, honestly.” Loren could definitely get quite promiscuous, but it wasn’t the most important thing to him. He liked having fun, and feeling good above all else. “Great, I look forward to it” he said with wide smile a on his features. When Landon agreed for a date he almost forgot that they were already kind of on one. “So... is this a date too then?” he asked, hoping the other male would confirm. He could see the bar just ahead, and when Landon parked the car. He unbuckled himself from his seat belt and leaned over the console to kiss his cheek.
Landon
“I know what you mean. There’s something a bit more classy about them in a way”, he agreed. Landon wasn’t expecting the question and wasn’t sure of what the right answer was. The thought of this being a date was something he liked the sound of but he wasn’t sure if Loren was on the same page. In the end, he figured honesty was the best policy and shrugged. “I’d like it to be if it’s something you want as well, no pressure though. I’m sorry it’s not very original as far as first dates go.” Landon unbuckled his seatbelt as well and was about to head out of the car when he was surprised yet again by a kiss on the cheek. “That...what was that for? Not that I mind”, he hurried to explain.
Loren
Of course he wanted it to be a date. He liked Landon a lot, and he was curious to where things could go. “It is something I want” he assured with a smile. “I don’t really like flashy first dates anyway. It kinda takes away from really getting to know someone. In my opinion anyway.” To be honest, he didn’t care if the date was flashy or not. As long as he was with Landon. He let out a soft chuckle as his cheeks heated up and he shrugged slightly to one side. “Just for being your magnificently adorable self” he replied. Biting his bottom lip as he tried to read the expression on Landons face. “Come on, let’s go in and get you that drink. You look parched.”
Landon
It was nice to know that they were both of the same opinion and wanted to know what this could lead to. It was too early to tell but, apart from being really attractive, it was clear Loren was also very friendly and they were getting on really well so far. He provided him with a moment of tranquility in the mess that was his life at the moment and Landon couldn’t be more grateful. “That’s a relief because flashy dates tend to make me a bit uncomfortable and more awkward than I am already, if that’s even possible.” Landon couldn’t hold back a wide smile at the other’s actions, he was so cute. He nodded and got out of the car, waiting for Loren to do the same and then they started walking towards the bar. “It’s been a long day so I’d say you’re right.”
Loren
To be honest, Loren didn’t really find Landon awkward at all. Maybe it was because he too could be very awkward. “Well, I’m glad you told me that. I was about to get up on the bar and sing show tunes for you” he grinned. The tone of his voice giving it away that he was only joking. He followed Landon toward the bar and pulled the door open for him. “I’m sorry you had a hard day. Hopefully I can make it all better. Well, me and a couple of drinks” he mused.
Landon
“I take back what I said. If that means getting a live musical act like in La La Land then I’m a big fan of flashiness”, he joked. In reality, anything like that would have him turning red like a tomato but it was entertaining to think about. Landon thanked him and walked in, making his way directly to the bar to order. “Trust me, you’ve already made a huge difference just by agreeing to join me for a drink. Although you’re right, a couple of drinks will probably help as well. But mostly it’s your presence.”
Loren
Loren laughed as Landon tried to retracted his comment. It was cute how fluttered the other boy got at his quirkinesses. “I mean, it’s still a possibility” he mused. Following Landon to the bar and taking a seat. He ordered a white vodka cranberry and turned his attention back to Landon. “That’s sweet, I’m really glad I’m here. Especially since it’s with you. I could do this everyday. Meet you here after your shifts, do a little dance and show for you. The whole works. It’s the least I could do for someone sporting the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen this side of New York”
Landon
“I’ll make sure to keep that in mind. Maybe after a couple of drinks, you can give me a little show like that first time we met. Maybe without you falling off the chair this time though”, he teased. He couldn’t hold back a chuckle at the reminder of when they talked for the first time, it was quite funny after all. Landon took a seat and ordered the same drink for himself. “That sounds like an idea I could totally get behind but I wouldn’t want to get on your nerves, having to see me everyday”, he laughed. “It would give me something to look forward to after work, that’s for sure. And what kind I’d show could I look forward to?” Landon but his lip bashfully over the compliment, he doubted it was ever going to stop having an effect on him. “You know, flattery will get you everywhere in life but somehow I think I’d still like you whatever you say.”
Loren
“Oh, you better. I don’t want you to be too surprised when I pull a full 180 on ya” he laughed. “But just for the record. That was a carefully choreographed maneuver to get your attention. Not a fall.” Of course that wasn’t the truth, but Loren liked the sound of it. He hoped Landon would to. When their drinks arrived Loren popped a straw into his and took a couple of small sips. “What? Are you serious?” he asked. Displaying a faux face of offense as he placed his hand on Landons shoulder. “You could never get on my nerves. I like hanging out with you. Besides, I liked the idea of giving you something to look forward to. I would look forward to it myself honestly.” He wasn’t sure if it was a good thing that Landon would like him no matter what he said. But it made him smile anyway. “You sure about that? I can say some pretty crazy things sometimes. Like this one time when I was about eighteen. I told this old man to get out of my way. I mean, to be fair he was trying to arrest me. But I was ruthless” he teased with a chuckle. Placing the straw back between his teeth as he lifted his brow.
Landon
“Why don’t I believe that?” he laughed. In reality, he knew it probably wasn’t the case since Loren was quite drunk the night they met but it was still nice to think about. And he had a point after all. While Landon already had his eyes on him because he was enjoying his singing, they probably wouldn’t have started talking if it wasn’t for the fall. “Yeah? I guess that’s a pretty solid plan then, as long as we’re both looking forward to it and enjoying ourselves.” He picked up his drink and took a sip, raising his eyebrows over what he was hearing. “You told a policeman to get out of your way? Now that sounds like an interesting story. Hopefully one with a happy ending that isn’t you behind bars. I’m guessing you can get quite wild when you want to be.”
Loren
“You should totally believe it. Does this look like the face of a liar?” he asked, making puppy eyes. The grin on his face never disappeared though. He was just having way too much fun flirting. He was truly grateful for that fall at the moment. If it had never happened he probably wouldn’t be here with Landon right now. “Oh, I’m definitely looking forward to it. I’m making it happen now. I have to” he smiled widely. He took another sip of his drink as he watched Landons reaction to his words and he shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah, I guess you could say it was interesting” he chuckled. “I was a pretty rebellious kid. When my parents divorced, my dad got remarried to this cunt of an actress, and believe me when I tell you she was a good actress. Cause when I was little, she acted like she actually fuckin gave a shit. But yeah, her and my dad kinda flipped a switch when I turned thirteen.” Loren wasn’t sure why he was telling Landon all of this right now. But he wanted the other male to know him. The real and deeply disturbing truth of him. At least if he wasn’t into, he could just away now and save Loren the trouble of heartache in the future. “Sure, I was a handful. But, I mean what kid isn’t?” he continued. “I met this guy who basically promised me the world. But that’s a shit show story for another time. Anyway, my dad and new quote an quote step mom. They thought I was the devil incarnate. Sent me away to boarding school in hopes I’d pray the gay away.” Now he was fondling with his straw in his drink. Spinning the ice cubes round and round. It was a sort of nervous tick of his. “When I got back, my dad kicked me out. He said I made Tamara, my step mom, uncomfortable. Of course I refused to leave, and he called the cops. The rest is just kind of history.” He leaned down to take another sip from his drink. A long lingering one this time, and then he smiled up at Landon. “I’m sorry. That was heavy. This isn’t about me. Tel me about you... I wanna know everything.”
Landon
It was hard to deny him anything when Loren was looking at him like that so he ended up shaking his head in amusement instead. “I think I’d call that the face of someone who knows how to get what he wants but I guess not a liar, no.” He was glad to know that they’d already agreed about seeing each other again after today. Things were obviously still very new and Landon still considered himself to be a bit of a mess but it was nice to know there was something for him to look forward to. Landon couldn’t hold back a wince at the mention of praying the gay away. Not out of judgement but because he knew he was very privileged in that aspect. His family were always nothing but supportive over his sexuality. His sister didn’t even think twice about asking him to adopt her baby, even knowing he had a boyfriend who would very probably be in the picture. It was moments like these that reminded him how lucky he was and that not everyone was in the same boat as him. It also made him angry that anyone would treat the other boy like that, especially knowing it was the people who were supposed to love him unconditionally and be there for him. Loren was so nice and gave him a chance when others would have run away so Landon couldn’t help but think he was the last person to deserve being treated that way. To call the cops on your own son for being gay...he might not always be the perfect parent but he liked to think he’d never get to that level. “I’m so sorry. They sounding complete assholes, no offense.” In reality he meant all the offense but it was still Loren’s dad and he didn’t want to hurt him in case he still looked up to him. “It’s fine, don’t apologise. I like getting to learn things about you even though I wish you hadn’t gone through something like that. I think you’re amazing and they don’t know what they’re missing out on.” Landon wasn’t sure what he should say. He wanted to be open with Loren after the other trusted him with his story but where could he even begin?
Loren
The last thing Loren wanted was for Landon to pity him. Aside from his dad and his new wife, his life was pretty good. Sure he made a lot of poor decisions, and he tended to act a fool. But he was generally happy. At least he had a great relationship with his sister. Sometimes he wondered if he had moved with his mother, if maybe things would have been different for him. But he didn’t wanna dwell on that. You can’t change the past and Loren didn’t even bother to try anymore. Landons reaction however, took him a bit by surprise. He didn’t expect the other male to get so upset and intense over his admission. “Thank you, Landon” he spoke softly. Reaching out to place his hand on the smallers cheek. He let it sit there for a moment while he gazed into his eyes and smiled genuinely. “I’m not offended at all. You’re right, their assholes.” He didn’t want say that he didn’t think they were missing out on much. Even though he felt that way, he didn’t wanna ruin the moment. “Can you answer a question for me?” he asked. His hand trailing down Landons cheek to rest at his chin as his thumb traced over his lips. “How do you feel about kissing on a first date?” Was that forward? Probably. But Loren really liked what he knew about Landon so far, and he hoped maybe he would let him express it.
Landon
Landon was glad that at least they were in agreement. It was true that no one could choose their family but that didn’t give parents an excuse to treat their children in whatever way they wished for. He was glad to note Loren realised they were assholes and wasn’t really trying to get their acceptance. It still pained him to know there were still people treating others like shit over their sexuality and vowed to himself that he would never take his family’s acceptance for granted again. Landon nodded, curious over what Loren was about to ask and smirked at what he heard. It wasn’t what he’d been expecting but he couldn’t say he minded. He was never the sort of person to be against kissing on a first date especially if it was going as well as theirs was so he smiled. “I think kissing on a first date is a great way of showing the other person you think it’s a nice date. What do you think?”
Loren
When Landon smiled, Loren pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. His answer made him feel all tingly inside. Damn those butterflies! He sat for a moment just starring into Landons eyes before matching the others smile with one of his own. “I think you’re completely right. I couldn’t have said it better myself.” Without even giving a second though, Loren leaned in closer until their lips were just barely touching. His lips brushing softly against Landons as he spoke again. “I think this is a really nice date” he practically whispered. The smile never leaving his lips as he pressed them softly against Landons. Kissing him slow and deep as his hand cupped the smallers face.
Landon
Landon knew what was coming but somehow it still took him by surprise when he saw Loren lean in until their lips were almost touching. He wasn’t sure what he’d done right to get to this moment right here but whatever it was he was glad he did it. Before he could say anything in reply, they were kissing and Landon was using one of us hands to run it through the other’s curls. Later he would think about how good it felt to do that and how soft Loren’s hair was but, for the time being, he couldn’t focus on anything other than the other’s lips on his. This was turning out to be an amazing first date. He pulled back when the need for air got to be too much and he bit his lip. “That was nice.”
Loren
Loren kept his eyes closed when Landon pulled back for air. A sweet smile spreading slowly across his lips as he licked them. Savoring the taste of the other males lips upon his own. When he opened his eyes to take in the view of Landon biting his lip. His smile only grew wider. “Yes, it was” he replied. A soft chuckle passing through his lips as he felt giddy and a bit dizzy from the adrenaline. Damn, Landon had some incredible lips, and he kissed by the book. It was enough to leave Loren sitting there mostly breathless. “We should definitely do that more often” he practically giggled. Pushing his hair back from his face before covering his mouth with his hand. He was being way to obvious with his blushing. But he couldn’t help himself. “So... you were about to tel me about you. What are your parents like?”
Landon
Landon almost felt like he was a sixteen year old boy on his very first serious date and he would bet the giddy smile on his face made him look that way as well. He just couldn’t bring himself to care. Things seemed to be so easy between them and he really liked Loren so he wasn’t going to bother trying to hide it. The kiss and the wide smile on Loren’s face was confirmation enough that he wasn’t on his own so he was determined not to ruin it with his tendency to overthink everything. “Whenever you want”, he confirmed, knowing they’d probably end up kissing again at some point during the rest of their date. “Oh, yeah. My mum’s pretty great. She’s always been very supportive of everything I wanted to do, even when my dreams were pretty farfetched. My dad...well he didn’t really stick around after I was born so I never really met him but then my mum got married again and my stepfather’s like my actual dad.”Message #drinks-and-catching-up
La riche bourgeoisie (pléonasme nécessaire) n'est pas seulement la classe nuisible mais la classe ignoble. C'est ça. Rire au visage de personnes avec le cancer que ton idéologie de bourgeois et les lois que tu votes - contre la volonté du peuple - empoisonnent et tuent, il faut être une raclure de chiotte putride pour l'oser tout de même.
Il y a plusieurs soucis dans la refonte possible d'un capitalisme techno-centré, si les autres options le sont également. Il manque une étape de la construction d'un corps intégrant le procès libéral à la naissance, à la manière des bandages crâniens ou chrétiens, constituant toutes les parties de la pensée sociale à partir d'un nucléus intellectuel commun. Un nœud axiomatique qui inclue des notions comme: l'être sensible, l'humain en tant qu'animal social, interdépendant, une commune capacité de survie du "genre humain" et donc un "modus operandi universel" de la réponse au stress, qui serait par définition urbain.
Or, puisqu'il faut trancher et dans les 30s imparties (ici on se pique de ne pas être lus, ça semblerait préférable au fond), Lordon choisi l'humain en général, anthropocide et éco-anxiété, et la "fin du capitalisme". En parlant à des corps moulés dans le choix, le libre consentement, l'empathie et le ressenti, c'est comme buller dans un aquarium.
Mr Lordon pratiquait il me semble l'activité corporelle, il n'ignore donc pas que la pensée suit une sorte de "thermo-psycho-dynamique" des transformations paradigmatiques et que l'alchimie ou la forge demandent beaucoup d'efforts, ou un temps infini d'expérimentation qui les dilue dans le non-sens. Et qu'au milieu d'un effort prolongé et répétitif, la syncope rythmique construit une linéarité d'intention, le but perspectif. Celui-ci conditionne les comportements induits dans une stratégie (filtre intellectuel) incluant toutes les trajectoires (données contextuelles) possibles calculées par le cerveau, plus ou moins à l'insu du sujet. On ne parle donc qu'à des régimes intentionnels déterminés, des modes comme il l'indique.
Et le mode généraliste par excellence, deleuzien, est un "décodage de surcodage de flux", un esclave impérial émancipé, un cerf médiéval devenant propriétaire, un.e employé.e accédant au foncier, un.e "petit.e entrepreneur.e". Tout un corps électoral contenu dans la dette et la culpabilité résultante.
La définition d'un.e bourgeois.e, mais aussi celle d'un prolétaire installé dans le libéralisme économique et parvenu à la ville et aux centres de loisir par le train… Donc toute une audience!
Hitler voulait nommer son parti "libéral", tant l'intrication techno-capitaliste que la doctrine propose la met à l'abri dans un confort d'usage, une agilité, assorti d'un romantisme dépressif, ce qui confine le corps social exprimé et empêche toute réaction du sujet autre que mollement consensuelle ou totalitaire, vers un terne égayé seulement par des "pétages de plombs" organisés qui génèrent un "chaos finement maîtrisable" avec la puissance nécessaire>>>>>>>>>>>>>>drift social permanent et bien fumant.
Régime d'accélération qui entraine une sélection impitoyable des corps, broyés par la fatigue, les chocs et l'abus de situation, indéfectiblement arrimés à la machine et à la molécule qui les réveille ou les endort. Sélection qui verra ou voit peut-être de nouvelles spéciations au sein du genre humain, opérant comme dans toute la phylogénie du vivant, par mutation. Or l'espèce en question, se considérant sapiens, n'est ni tellement ancienne ni réellement déterminée pour les prochains millénaires. Mais concernant l'extinction de masse du vivant, qui se passe de mot mais pas de définitions, elle n'est pas, comme le dit Lordon, indifférente à la Terre.
Au système Terre, qui fonctionne en super-individu, comme une forêt ancienne, un océan diversifié, le corail, les lichens et mousses et jusqu'à nos Eucaryotes embarquant des Mitochondries.
Il manque une brique de connaissance au XIXe siècle industriel, qui lui fait détruire le monde en 200 ans, de manière exponentielle. Elle pré-existe chez les antiques, mais en fait les antiques ce sont les textes que les hellénistes et latinistes du XIXe ont ressortis pour consolider leur vision paternaliste et machiniste du monde.
Malheureusement, la pensée magique, la bienveillance, l'écologie, les fantômes et les tarots ne résoudront pas les problèmes du monde qui les a fait naître. Ni aucune thèse ou les agrégation validée par l'état. Cette brique fondamentale, axiomatique, Lordon la laisse posée sur ses fondations très profondes, celles de la domesticité, pour construire son raisonnement. Il monte, en fait, un mur de plus sur la scène anthrop…
