Périr pour de bon

“It is the ultimate conviction, a kind of emaciated desire, which stiffens the being with each of its assaults and precipitates it into a formless and dislocated space. But perhaps it is this space that suddenly projects itself onto the body, structures it, models it, sculpts it from within? The body is there, like a relic, attached to life by this filamentous link that suspends it a few centimetres from the ground, just enough for the vertigo to last, just enough for the hoarse and undulating voice of the embraced being to be heard. While the clash of complaints, syncopations, vibrations and infinite silence detonates, space expands, disperses and then recomposes itself around the body which, seized by the void, presses itself against the earth, as if to embrace life by sinking into it.”