Ailes Grises (2002)

This town is my prison. The walls are a symbol of my death.

This is my cocoon dream. The nightmare that has been tormenting my existence in this world. I was walking along this path. I remember cold winds stinging my cheeks that were wet from tears. I heard a sound from far away. But I was too tired to think. I remember wanting to become a stone. A stone that doesn’t feel pain. Or sorrow.

There is no such thing as forever. Everything ends sooner or later. Just as it should. Because now is only now. And this moment … is so precious.