Cicadas & True Men • With Rodolphe Alexis
Obliques • With Jeanne Debarsy
Parallels • With Daniel Capeille
Somewhere East • With Clément Baudet
In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded.
Every big blob was a small blob in the beginning.
Individually, we are one drop.
Duality is always secretly unity
He makes progress only when he sticks his neck out
Swim in the water
and jump when you hit ground
There are many forms of thirst
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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