Snow, night.
It's cold. I'm not cold. Not quite dark since I can see the darkness from where I am. I'm waiting, I'm not waiting for anything in particular, I don't know what i'm waiting for, why, I only know that i'm waiting — vaguely. I forget what there was before, I ignore what is going to happen exactly, what I'm going to encounter, I think of those who i just went see. For the moment, everything is possible. I don't know how long I've been waiting: It feels like it's been a long time, minutes, but not that long. Not a single sound, even muffled, muted. Nothing happens. It does start to snow again though, flakes a snow flurry, it falls thick, tight, great burst that one doesn't hear, white veils against a dark backdrop, passing through the sodium light before fading. The absence of sound, of color, maybe of a person, gave me the feeling of arriving in this moment just a little too early or too late, of taking it by surprise in a state of emptiness.
Where am I? Who am I then? I'm here.

Anne Bertrand (in Krystale Company, 2003) - Tranlation: Simon Pleasance