Being self-employed will always make for a precarious life; these days, it is more uncertain than ever, especially since my tools of choice, written words, are coming to seem like accessories to images.
(The joy of Less, Pico Iyer)
Traduit à la volée, il dit:
Etre un indépendant c’est mener une vie précaire; de nos jours, c’est plus improbable que jamais, particulièrement lorsque mes outils de prédilection, les mots écrits, ne semblent plus que des accessoires pour les images.
Ne vous y fiez pas, l’article en question est à l’opposé du pessimisme de ce passage, mais ça sonne si juste… The joy of less est un chant d’amour (carrément) à la simplicité:
(…) 21 years later, I still live in the vicinity of Kyoto, in a two-room apartment that makes my old monastic cell look almost luxurious by comparison. I have no bicycle, no car, no television I can understand, no media — and the days seem to stretch into eternities, and I can’t think of a single thing I lack.