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« We must cross many revenants, dissolve many ghosts, converse with many dead, give voice to many mute, starting with the infans that we are still, we must cross many shadows to finally, perhaps, find an identity that, however wavering, hold and hold us. Life is worried. Life and death are inconceivable. »
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Jean-Bertrand Pontalis
Crossing the shadows |
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Jean-Bertrand Pontalis
Crossing the shadows
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« All memory is s e l e c tive. »
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Jean-Bertrand Pontalis
Before |
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Jean-Bertrand Pontalis
Before
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« How do we hold our death both for certain and improbable? »
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Jean-Bertrand Pontalis
On the margins of the days |
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Jean-Bertrand Pontalis
On the margins of the days
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