Like the shifting sands of politics, our marriage after a whirlwind romance ended up unhappily ever after. The time we had was forgotten and the way we were was forgiven. Notwithstanding sugar pills and sleeping pills, without you I felt insecure. Would you, bethought I, make a mental note of those spats and harangues were you over the hill.
Vers Nancy, Claire Denis: Le temps d'un trajet en train, dans un compartiment, le philosophe Jean-Luc Nancy discute de la notion de l'étranger, de l'intrus, avec l'une de ses étudiantes.