The place is dark

I wouldn’t be there

Everything that happens in this place is also vague

The walls have absorbed enough follies

That behind them alone escape stories that get lost

You are not at all where you thought you were

On screen, they draw the elements of the future one by one

The pace of exposure and aggregation

The map is drawn

The choice of a place made it methodical

More moral, laborious, repetitive therefore ruthless

The bridge no longer exists

The other side of the landscape where you wanted to go

Has changed

We will stay until it is light

The City will be covered by traffic noise

The path will act as a buffer

We’ll go home, we’ll close the curtains