"One night, I had walked far away. Breath and shivers calmed until the immobility, in front of neon which attract me and leave me in the distance, as a forbidden border. Always not the slightest track of passage, Hope of departures, journeys, a meeting. Last free zone before the darkness. I enjoy the power of the one who is the only one to see, and slide slowly in the abyss of the wait while it nevertheless seems to me to have to meet. The details of surface insinuate themselves, as so many steams oily, as this raw light which I would want so much hotter, as a presence lying in wait in the metallic lines of force. I wonder how long passed by …"