← Death is there, and treason and despair, all ready to use, and the outbursts, and the storms, and the silences, all the silences: the silence when the headsman raises his axe at the end, the silence at the beginning when the two lovers are naked in front of each other for the first time in the dark bedroom, without daring to move, the silence when the crowd's screams burst out around the conqueror and it's like a film where the sound has been cut, all those open mouths with nothing coming out, all that commotion which is just a picture, and the conqueror, who has already been conquered, alone in the middle of his silence... 🔊✎
← It's like the wave that comes crashing down on the bridge under your nose; the wind whipping you, and the thing that falls down when you shoot don't have names. Maybe it's the guy who gave you a light and smiled yesterday. He doesn't have a name. And you don't have a name either, clinging to the wheel. Only the boat and the storm have names. 🔊✎