Les Dimanches (prise 2)

Les dimanches: first short snippets were posted on Facebook, then more intimate texts arose that one would never dare to post on Facebook, texts written a few years ago with sentences circulating around 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, time stretching to boredom. Words, their meaning, their music too, are a great comfort. Life that suddenly takes a vertiginous turn. Partner : Festival International de la Littérature (FIL).