Mais que vais-je faire de tout cet amour-là?
Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, valuable, but small. And sometimes I wonder do I do it because I like it or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something in a book when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question into the void. So, good night, dear void.