Argument as Narrative
who have suffered understand suffering
As a child, certain skies refined my perspective: all characters shaded my features. Phenomena were in a commotion. Now, the eternal inflexion of the moments and the infinity of mathematics drive me through this world where I undergo every civil honour, respected by strange children and by huge affection. I dream of a war, of right and of might, of unexpected logic.
It is as simple as a musical phrase.