For a knowledge of intimacy, localization in the spaces of our intimacy is more urgent than determination of dates. - Gaston Bachelard

What is the source of our first suffering? It lies in the fact that we hesitated to speak....it was born in the moments when we accumulated silent things within us.

How can secret rooms, rooms that have disappeared, become abodes for an unforgettable past?

Here is Menard's own intimate forest: 'Now I am traversed by bridle paths, under the seal of sun and shade...I live in great density...Shelter lures me. I slump down into the thick foliage...In the forest, I am my entire self. Everything is possible in my heart just as it is in the hiding places in ravines. Thickly wooded distance separates me from moral codes and cities.