“I was on a high; it felt perfect. I was on a beach at St Malo, and I recorded the sound of the waves. I returned to the ‘full catastrophe’ of life, something unbalanced, imperfect, and very different to that even moment of sound, space, solitude, satisfaction. What if I’d stayed there in that moment? Would I not be cheated out of the truth, of life?”
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"As this wave from memories flows in, the city soaks it up like a sponge and expands. A description of [the city] as it is today should contain all [the city's] past. The city, however, does not tell its past, but contains it like the lines of a hand, written in the corners of the streets, the gratings of the windows, the banisters of the steps, the antennae of the lightning rods, the poles of the bags, every segment marked in turn with scratches, indentations, scrolls."
- Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities
Grand Prix winner and Coup de Coeur winner, Académie Charles Cros
