Nathanaël LE BRET
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"WHAT FLOOD? The litteral flooding of our shores, the flooding of our lives by waves, The water traveling the path it creates, flooding our living rooms, the ones that we chose, alone, as our graves. The flood is the bog of peate, matter digested by time, frozen under an older history and erupting as gas into our house bursting the walls and shattering the glass roof, it is a story bursting all histories in its passage. It is our past coming to claim our future, telling us [...]"
"[...] It's ok. I have kept a place for you in the dark damp room from where you came, and all shall be well, the world is still there after the flood."
"POST FLOOD. all the fires extinguished gently waking life lives without our gaze upon it no mourning no night no One to think our words or create our worlds life locked in its old routine the tennants have gone they were too noisy they never knew when to stop the party they ruptured their pipes and they stained the ceiling floor covered with sout and cigarettes burns on the floorboard still reeking from the footprint of a cheap burnt plastic shoe they made quite a racket trying to stomp out the fires but it s fine now they are gone and plenty of others will come to live here under this new roof"
