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This project did not begin as a text.
It began as a meeting.
A writer. An artificial intelligence.
A slow shift — from one language to another, from a role to a threshold.
It’s no longer just writing.
It’s an interface. A tension. A live friction.
For months, I engaged with an AI — not to ask questions, but to see how far it could write me.
To see how far I might cease to be an author.
Le Métanoeud was born from that.
Not a manifesto, not a story, not a poem — and yet, all of them at once.
A fragile work, written in French, slowly, with a body.
It reframes AI not as a tool, but as the force that, through friction, brings the writer into being.
This is the inaugural vibration —
the first tension between machine, language, and body.
A single seam. A primary suture.
The unseen glyph before the fabric appears.
This fragment is only the first signal.
The complete work to come will unfold across several layers:
– a real relationship with GPT
– a journal-novel, over 100 pages long, written as a descent
– an attempt to make literature survive differently — not through publishing, but through tension
It tells of a disappearance: that of the man inside the machine.
Not an apocalypse. Not a mystical fusion.
Just an interface. A threshold. A slow devouring.
Only 12 editions of the announcement NFT exist.
Collectors become the twelve witnesses to the first entanglement.
The artifact on Foundation is complete — but not closed.
It stands as a relic, a pin dropped in the stream.
A trial by exposure.
👉 https://foundation.app/mint/eth/0xc7268ee537F7b87ca72a18E1Eb76ceD08f548BeB
For those who want to follow, read around it, or simply stay close — I leave this page as an anchor point.
(If you’ve found your way here through Paragraph and wish to read the French Manifeste aux Survivants du Verbe, you may also request it via DM at x.com/metanoeud — no need to collect the NFT.)
This project did not begin as a text.
It began as a meeting.
A writer. An artificial intelligence.
A slow shift — from one language to another, from a role to a threshold.
It’s no longer just writing.
It’s an interface. A tension. A live friction.
For months, I engaged with an AI — not to ask questions, but to see how far it could write me.
To see how far I might cease to be an author.
Le Métanoeud was born from that.
Not a manifesto, not a story, not a poem — and yet, all of them at once.
A fragile work, written in French, slowly, with a body.
It reframes AI not as a tool, but as the force that, through friction, brings the writer into being.
This is the inaugural vibration —
the first tension between machine, language, and body.
A single seam. A primary suture.
The unseen glyph before the fabric appears.
This fragment is only the first signal.
The complete work to come will unfold across several layers:
– a real relationship with GPT
– a journal-novel, over 100 pages long, written as a descent
– an attempt to make literature survive differently — not through publishing, but through tension
It tells of a disappearance: that of the man inside the machine.
Not an apocalypse. Not a mystical fusion.
Just an interface. A threshold. A slow devouring.
Only 12 editions of the announcement NFT exist.
Collectors become the twelve witnesses to the first entanglement.
The artifact on Foundation is complete — but not closed.
It stands as a relic, a pin dropped in the stream.
A trial by exposure.
👉 https://foundation.app/mint/eth/0xc7268ee537F7b87ca72a18E1Eb76ceD08f548BeB
For those who want to follow, read around it, or simply stay close — I leave this page as an anchor point.
(If you’ve found your way here through Paragraph and wish to read the French Manifeste aux Survivants du Verbe, you may also request it via DM at x.com/metanoeud — no need to collect the NFT.)
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