Et il n'a plus rien dit
Retelling the story of my father’s death is an attempt to fill a space full of gaps, to perceive life in inanimate things, to embody a disembodied figure, to populate an irreplaceable place, to speak the unspeakable.
Retelling the story of my father’s death is an attempt to fill a space full of gaps, to perceive life in inanimate things, to embody a disembodied figure, to populate an irreplaceable place, to speak the unspeakable.