Sunday, 9 May 2010

Zone de fragilité

(dedicated to Mathilde)
Where I stand, the place I leave with every plane, the place where I go back to, that's one more plane, the place looks the same but it's isn't, in the end, it doesn't matter : it's where there are no blueprints, no how-tos - it's where I lay every night and fall asleep, with a struggle.