{"id":210,"date":"2025-10-20T13:55:18","date_gmt":"2025-10-20T13:55:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.jannvanbrugge.com\/?page_id=210"},"modified":"2025-10-20T13:55:19","modified_gmt":"2025-10-20T13:55:19","slug":"narcisse","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.jannvanbrugge.com\/index.php\/narcisse\/","title":{"rendered":"Narcisse"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"768\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jannvanbrugge.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/2D761D22-B7D3-4996-83F3-9F6F03189FBC-768x1024.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-211\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.jannvanbrugge.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/2D761D22-B7D3-4996-83F3-9F6F03189FBC-768x1024.png 768w, https:\/\/www.jannvanbrugge.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/2D761D22-B7D3-4996-83F3-9F6F03189FBC-225x300.png 225w, https:\/\/www.jannvanbrugge.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/2D761D22-B7D3-4996-83F3-9F6F03189FBC-1152x1536.png 1152w, https:\/\/www.jannvanbrugge.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/2D761D22-B7D3-4996-83F3-9F6F03189FBC-1536x2048.png 1536w, https:\/\/www.jannvanbrugge.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/2D761D22-B7D3-4996-83F3-9F6F03189FBC-1170x1560.png 1170w, https:\/\/www.jannvanbrugge.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/2D761D22-B7D3-4996-83F3-9F6F03189FBC-scaled.png 1920w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 768px) 100vw, 768px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>Il y a des si\u00e8cles, un jeune homme se penchait au bord d\u2019un lac et tombait amoureux de son reflet. Il s\u2019appelait Narcisse. Il n\u2019avait ni smartphone, ni filtres, ni followers. Mais d\u00e9j\u00e0, il savait que parfois l\u2019\u00e9go est plus vaste que la nature.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Aujourd\u2019hui, sur les plages, dans les ruelles, aux pieds des cath\u00e9drales ou devant l\u2019infini d\u2019un coucher de soleil, d\u2019innombrables visages se tournent vers eux-m\u00eames. L\u2019humanit\u00e9 ne regarde plus le monde \u2014 elle se regarde dans le monde.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Dans ces instants suspendus, o\u00f9 le paysage devient simple fond d\u2019\u00e9cran, et o\u00f9 l\u2019on capte non pas la beaut\u00e9 du lieu, mais celle que l\u2019on croit porter en soi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Est-ce vanit\u00e9 ? Est-ce po\u00e9sie ?<br>Est-ce tristesse ou affirmation ?<br>Chacun, en regardant ces images, y verra son reflet.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Il y a des si\u00e8cles, un jeune homme se penchait au bord d\u2019un lac et tombait amoureux de son reflet. Il s\u2019appelait Narcisse. Il n\u2019avait ni smartphone, ni filtres, ni followers. Mais d\u00e9j\u00e0, il savait que parfois l\u2019\u00e9go est plus vaste que la nature. Aujourd\u2019hui, sur les plages, dans les ruelles, aux pieds des cath\u00e9drales [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-210","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jannvanbrugge.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/210","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jannvanbrugge.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jannvanbrugge.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jannvanbrugge.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jannvanbrugge.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=210"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.jannvanbrugge.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/210\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":213,"href":"https:\/\/www.jannvanbrugge.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/210\/revisions\/213"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jannvanbrugge.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=210"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}