NIGHT

[…] Who is frightened by the night? Frightened, not made anxious. Few people. I think of the bedridden, entrenched in themselves and listening to messages sent by their body, interpreting and resisting them. I think of the transversal nations which go by the name of “clandestine immigrants”. Worlds parallel with the worlds of those who use the night to look for consolation or to consciously wipe out thoughts with fun. In the darkness these nations pass by without recognising each other.