Pour que l'événement le plus banal devienne une aventure, il faut et il suffit qu'on se mette à le raconter. - Jean-Paul Sartre

In the distance.
Above my head; above my head; and this instant which I cannot leave, which locks me in and
limits me on every side, this instant I am made of will be no more than a confused dream.

movements never quite exist, they are passages, intermediaries between two existences, moments of weakness, I expected to see them come out of nothingness, progressively ripen, blossom: I was finally going to surprise beings in the process of being born.

At an age when most children are playing hopscotch or with their dolls,you, poor child, who had no friends or toys, you toyed with dreams of murder, because that is a game to play alone.