Les dimanches

Les dimanches, first short snippets posted on Facebook, then more intimate texts that one would never dare to post on Facebook, texts written a few years ago, sentences going in rounds in the mind like earworms. It's Sunday, every day of the week. Sundays. The quietness of the streets, the silence that imposes itself between the walls, the time stretching to boredom. Words, their meaning, their music too, are a great comfort. Life that suddenly takes a vertiginous turn. In partnership with le Festival International de la Littérature