Monday, March 18, 2013

Les jeux sont faits. Rien ne va plus.

There was this sax player who took a pair of dice out of his pocket after the concert and made us play. Without any kind of stake. Just throwing dice. I was the first to give up, and went to dance for that, at least, made some sense to me. 
"Les jeux sont faits."  
I remember the one and only time I somehow ended at a roulette table in a casino. I lost the twenty euros left I had in my pocket straight away and decided I was definitely not going to try playing ever again. Just made sure I'd get my money back on the free drinks and cigarettes the casino was offering to its guests and left the place. 
I do like the aesthetics of the roulette wheel though.The sound of the ball spinning. Surrounded by the silence of expectation. The ball rolls and rolls and you can only wait to see where it ends. No matter if you played big or nothing at all, you just get into it. There's always this ultimate moment when you let go because you placed your bets and.... "Rien ne va plus." You are not in control anymore, watching is all you can do. 
Just as in certain life situations, except the life situations sometimes look like but end up in a less glamorous style than Monte Carlo.
Anyway, I was feeling rather easy and relaxed these days since the ball of one of my personal roulette-like-situation has finally popped out, bounced and hit a number. I was relieved to be freed of tension, at last. (It is the exact same feeling as when you realize that the splinter that had made its way deep under your skin has just worked its way out of it on its own.) It was not the luckiest number that was hit but who cares, for in roulette, it's always the same sentence that comes next: "Mesdames et Messieurs, Faites vos jeux." 

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