And so everything is always to be started anew, and one should somehow be satisfied with that.

Having been as much surprised as touched by the trust in me that l’Apostrophe, the national theatrein Cergy Pontoise, showed a few months ago in welcoming me for a pluriannualartist-in-residence program, I needed to imagine how best to honor that trust, and more precisely to ask myself if I was once again ready to face the question of “other”: something with “others”; something for something “other”…The irresistible attraction for vagueness that is so present in our culture of communication called, and it was about transforming it into acts.

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