If - intelligence, sensibility, soul, even beauty of body - all that human beings have were to
ever become extinct, what is left?
All of us will eventually perish - and why do we want to be so beautified, transformed, distorted?
Human is neither light nor space.
We’re laid here and are just only a piece of time that will be gone soon.
‘sommeil’ is a living ‘still life’ in the piece of time.