In “It goes like this: lower and lower and lower and… Bring down all these towers You’re sinking into this I’m all alone and We don’t care. Am I just passing time ?” 10 poems originally written in a mix format between English and French, are shaping this oneiric land, without history, without geography. This new world reveals to work as a veil, that protects, connects, isolates each words leading to sentences mutating from 'warnings' to 'statements', from 'assaults' to 'apologizes'.

Messages, lyrics, quotes, dialogues, gravestone, diaries, films are all sources where the words were found, stolen and rescued. At the meeting point between an archive of impulses with a quest for harmony, the larger poem created by this publication aims to manifest as much as fantasize on moments of fatigue and their correlations with a certain lack of responsibility. A reminder on the persistence and open mindedness required for any kind of fight under the name of Wellbeing.