L' Homme Atlantique
You and the sea, you are one for me, only one object, that of my role in this adventure.I also look at it.You must look at it like me, as I look at it, of all my strength, in your place.
You came out of the camera field.
You are absent.
With your departure your absence has occurred, it was photographed just like your presence.
Your life has moved away.
Your only absence remains, it is without any thickness henceforth, without any possibility to make a way, to succumb to desire.
You are no longer anywhere precisely.
You are no longer preferred.
Nothing more of you is there than this floating, itinerant absence, which fills the screen, which people alone, why not, a plain of the Wild West, or this disused hotel, or these sands.
Nothing happens more than this absence drowned in regret and who will be so uneducated that we can cry.
Do not be overwhelmed by these tears, by this pain.
Keep forgetting, ignoring and becoming of all this and that of yourself.
