Sirens coming from the empty station, 

a group of coated nightcrawlers telling everyone that they will use hydrogen bombs inside every crawling and walking creatures. 

Mercury lamps are in shock of this potential hijacking of senses. 

Dogs, barking and crying for hollow memories. 

The silence before a raging fire. 

People; numb and drowning inside the gravity of this darkness. 

But someone is playing a flute from distance, 

It’s taking everything inside, 

hypnotizing, the audacity of a firecracker. 

People are getting sure of the Intruders but this melody is making them believe in resurfaced creation. 

They are afraid…but they are hopeful. 

They know they won’t just puff in the air…

Flute making them ignore the characteristics of inert gasses. 

This way a musician, a painter, a writer…a person of celebrations; will always be there for you when you need someone to guide you to the aftermaths.

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Photograph: Laurent Roch.