On the way.
There will always be something at the end
There's the work that we don't do, that makes other works do... that feeds them all the time... the great mass that is huge... it's beautiful... good night...
With its large, resolutely empty space, the Generator doesn't care about the itchiness of the vermin that sometimes infest it.
First sleepless night. I have become accustomed to seeing my nights as a succession of hours and not as a whole stretch that opposes the day.
On the occasion of the creation of the Parques d'attraction, Any Tingay, Anne Dreyfus and I are invited to stay a full night at the Hotel Paradoxe
...voluntarily alone and totally naked, left to oneself, a few kilometers away from a city that one is preparing not to flee, but to invest...
Behind the pretexts, homophobia, violence against women or any other primary racism, lies the persistent hatred of childhood
That I am forced to compromise and I cast off for other skies, sad, but consistent with my desire for autonomy.
Man-woman, bestial child, woman-child... the palette of identities emerges through the animality and mythologies of our species.
Theatre, wandering creature, eternally dying, adrift, floating in its sea of excrement like a cacochymous whale
Today, I have kept this short hour of ordinary pornography in me as one of my most beautiful moments as a moviegoer.
