As for the square at Meknes, where I used to go every day, it's even simpler: I do not see it at all anymore. All that remains is the vague feeling t… - Jean-Paul Sartre

certain details, somewhat curtailed, live in my memory. But I don't see anything anymore: I can search the past in vain, I can only find these scraps of images and I am not sure what they represent, whether they are memories or just fiction.

But I can't see anything any more: however much I search the past I can only retrieve scraps of images and I am not sure what they represent, nor whether they are remembered or invented.

وكان الأبطال يكافؤون ويكرمون ويعجب بهم ويتلقون المال.وكانت الفتاه تقع في حب المستكشف الذي أنقذ حياتها,وكل شيء كان ينتهي بالزواج .لقد استنتجت من هذه المجلات ومن هذه الكتب ..خيالي المستقر في أعماقي وهو التفاءل

L'homme est une passion inutile.

Perhaps it was a passing moment of madness after all. There is no trace of it any more. My odd feelings of the other week seem to me quite ridiculous today: I can no longer enter into them.