I bear witness to where I am. As a good archaeologist, I create my ruin.

The loneliness of the fields of childhood is not the same as the one we walk on from time to time in adulthood.

The latter, infinitely more conscious, is of a different nature. More "light", one might say.

When they reach maturity, the two types of solitude live side by side, cohabiting within themselves, but each in its own sphere and time.

The one belonging to the child, still imprisoned behind the glass of his cage of memory from which he will never come out, remains like his whole being, obsessed by the light seen in the crack of a door at the end of a dark corridor. She gives him her look of haggard innocence. This type of look which seems unable to render in detail the portrait of what it sees. This type of look that will sometimes show a state of daze, resignation or anger, subjugated, petrified in front of a photographer's flash. In these photographs, the dumbfounded faces, similar to all those around the round-headed comrades, surmount skeletal bodies that send the observer back to the image of a distressing childhood, left to its own devices, malnourished, destitute. This morbid childhood of humanity, real or fantasized, we know it well. It unites us as much as the ordeal of giving birth and the fear of death to come. We share the feeling of the destructive horror of a total abandonment or what we thought was such.

But everything has been said on this subject in more accurate, more outrageous, more unimaginable, more truly close to what is happening to us.

But what happens to us? Life.

Something like a hand in the water has left its line in the current of this mortal solitude. I follow this line in spite of myself to its end, to my rightful place.

All the trains take me there. All the compressed crowds push me there. All the gymnasiums resound there. All the dawns, still winter nights of schoolchildren condemn me to it. All the eyes crossed in the time of a shameful brush of glance tell the same story.

David Noir - " Les Camps de l'Amor " - All rights reserved.