everything here was stolen, tout ici a été volé

Poem for the ones that have been betrayed


if they can’t take care of you, hold yourself

stay awake for the night and sleep afterwards

i know it’s hard because the ones that lie always seems to pull through but watching others getting out of the sea doesn’t mean the ocean is bad

from the water, we can see that the water on their back never quite evaporate

swim along the coast of your emotional turmoil,

you’ll learn to live with the sadness,
don’t forget that it showed you their lies because it knows you have more to live





si iels ne peuvent pas prendre soin de toi, embrasse toi

reste éveillé pour la nuit et puis endors toi au lever du soleil

je sais que c’est difficile de voir ceux qui mentent toujours s’en sortir mais regarder les autres sortir de la mer ne veut pas dire que l’ocean est mauvais

depuis l’eau, nous pouvons voir que les gouttes d’eau salée sur leurs dos ne semblent jamais s’évaporer

nage sur les rivages de ton vacarme émotionnel,

tu apprendras a vivre avec la tristesse,
n’oublie pas que ça t’as montré leurs mensonges car ça sait que tu as plus à vivre

Poem for the ones that betray


are you satisfied?
is your freedom satisfied?
the sun burn your skin cause it knows
you’ll never find what’s missing inside you
youre a carcass
charismatic carcass
prancing carcass
using others, you cum
blood cuming carcass
i’ll never forgive what you did to me
i’ll never forgive what you did to my friends
you act like you don’t know what you want
but me and you both know
that you lost it once and you’ll never get it back



es tu satisfait.e?
est ce que ta liberté en est satisfaite?
le soleil te brule car il sait
tu ne trouveras jamais ce qui manque en toi
tu es une carcasse
charismatique carcasse
caracolante carcasse
utilisant les autres, tu jouis
carcasse jouissant du sang
jamais je ne pardonnerai ce que tu m’as fait
jamais je ne pardonnerai ce que tu as fait à mon ami.e
tu fais comme si tu ne savais pas ce que tu voulais
mais toi et moi on sait bien
que ça, tu l’as perdu et que tu ne l’auras plus jamais

< #1: The Mock Ga//ery >

<Lutrin is an ephemeral exhibition plaza curated by Silver J. Le Bars. Lonely accidents, theory freaks and digital archeologists, welcome.>

The Mock Gallery, is the first web exhibit on <Lutrin>. It's a research and sharing space, where you wander through a virtual garden presenting a selection of elements that question the notions of copying, cheating, and lies. Going against the web's transiency, the code, made of hyperlinks and borrowings, will never be updated. Left to the rot of digital updates and shifts, its code, like its constitution, is assumed to be obsolete as soon as it's put online.

Posted from Silver's battlestation, June 2025