Quentin Buisson
Latest posts from Quentin Buisson
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SPARE LIVES
I have to admit that I found, and continue to find, a massive escape in the video game industry. I got a taste of this incredibly dense world from a very young age. My earliest experiences were limited to Flash games. The website Friv comes back to me with absolute clarity; it was a goldmine for the little boy I was, someone who knew nothing of that universe. Consoles? Multiplayer? I hadn't a clue…
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CHAOS IS BEAUTIFUL
There are a thousand ways to seek a state of trance. Some find it in the adrenaline burn of sports; others release their dopamine through manual or visual arts. For me, it is music that transcends. Growing up through shifting social circles and encounters, I forged a dense musical identity, absorbing every era and every scene. I walked in time with the melancholy of Damso, the brilliance of Kanye …
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GHOST CANDLES
There is a powerful word that defines my early years, but let’s be clear: when I talk about adolescence, I’m not talking about that period of purity they sell us. I’m talking about real adolescence. The kind where you are dropped into the middle of the world, armed only with the survival mechanisms you forged as a child, in solitude and struggle. Very quickly, through my choices and my relationshi…
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AN EMPIRE OF PIXELS
Everyone goes through periods in life that seem wilder than the next. Whether brief or stretched across years, there are ways to forge alternative lives for ourselves. Parallel universes that, viewed through our own lens, become more than real—just waiting to be shaped without limits. In my young life, I have drifted between many faces, many passions, and many roles. As a child, truth be told, my…
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THE ILLEGITIMACY OF LOVE
There is a chasm. A silent, invisible abyss that stretches between the way I view the person I love and the way I view myself. In my last piece, I spoke of the shyness that paralyzes me, that visceral refusal to associate the body of the beloved with acts my mind deems degrading. I thought I had exhausted the subject when I typed the final period. But writing has that effect: it was precisely as I…
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A NEAR-RELIGIOUS SHYNESS
Within me exists a shyness unlike any other. It has traveled with me through time and space, reshaping the contours of my romantic relationships and the very way I perceive myself. Shyness has many faces. There is the kind that seizes me when faced with a mind greater than my own, when someone's intellect or aura leaves me awestruck and reduced to silence. There is a general shyness—an endemic lac…