Open Letter to Matt Bellamy

Dear Matt Bellamy,

I'm French, so please forgive my imperfect English. Today is July 10th, 2025. It has now been nearly 11 years that I’ve been enduring a whole range of absurdity and persecutions -- both cruel and pathetic. Nowadays, I publish online song analyses that include, among other things:

Through this work, I’ve come to realize that the songs of your band, “Muse,” offer a relatively clear depiction of the hidden political reality that governs our lives. Rightly or wrongly, it also seemed to me that you never clearly take a side: you express the doubts, the distress, the fears, and the anger of those who are more or less trapped in their souls with all of this -- whether they are “agents” or “resisters / dissidents”. In that sense, your work may appear ambivalent or schizophrenic, though I believe I can detect an underlying thread, a kind of internal coherence.

Among your songs, The Dark Side seems to represent my situation most accurately: I am completely alone against a kind of “overman” / political leviathan. So indeed:

“You'd be scared living with my despair and if you could feel the things, I am able to feel”

Yet strangely, I’ve never belonged to “the dark side,” and so I never had to abandon it. It’s a nuance I don’t quite understand -- but does it even matter, since the outcome is the same?

Why am I reaching out to you today? Actually, I’m not the one who reached out first. You came to me -- through your songs. If we set aside for a moment the schizophrenic aspect of your work, I still sense a persistent presence of a call for help. And I take this call literally, considering it potentially a reflection of your own soul as a person, as well as of an incredible number of suffering people (agents or resisters/ dissidents alike).

I don’t know why circumstances now allow me to publish openly what no one else dares to say -- but so it is. I have no better system to propose, but I simply cannot remain seated, doing nothing at all. So I stick to one simple principle: speak the truth. More humbly, speak my truth -- since I still don’t know what it is.

I don’t know whether my actions contribute to the healing of the world. I can only hope so. In my two previous open letters, I urgently asked Jean-Claude Van Damme and Alexandre Astier to transmit the truth to me. Today, I won’t ask you the same thing, because in a way, you’ve already done it -- through your songs. You’ve done part of the work. And I’ve done mine.

To be honest, I don’t believe you’re in a position to write to me openly or come to me as a person -- the ties that bind you to the “overman” seem too strong. Nevertheless, I could be wrong, and my door remains open, of course. My identity is not secret, and you can find an email address here to contact me. This is a hand extended to you, and to all those imprisoned in their souls or suffering because of this system -- in other words, all the people you’ve tried to represent, if I’ve understood correctly, perhaps in an attempt to ease their pain.

What do I have to offer? The possibility to talk about everything, in the open. That might not seem like much, but in the 42 years I’ve lived on this earth, no one has ever given me that. And there’s that old idea that might help illuminate what it means to be human: to give what one has never received.

I wish you all the best.

Viafx24