A man is always a teller of stories (...) and he tries to live his life as if he were recounting it - Jean-Paul Sartre

It is an abstract change without object. Am I the one who has changed? (...) I must finally realize that I am subject to these sudden transformations. The thing is that I rarely think; a crowd of small metamorphoses accumulate in me without my noticing it, and then, one fine day, a veritable revolution takes place. This is what has given my life such a jerky, incoherent aspect.

من هنگامي آزادم كه همه جهانيان آزاد باشند،‌تا هنگامي كه يك نفر اسير در جهان است، آزادي وجود ندارد

J’existe. C’est doux, si doux, si lent. Et léger: on dirait que ça tient en l’air tout seul. Ça remue. Ce sont des effleurements partout qui fondent et s’évanouissent. Tout doux, tout doux.