Today I remember. 6 AM, making my first cup of coffee and the first thought I felt was the cold of this particular past day. Went to my film archives just to confirm that my memory was holding this view up, not less and not more. I was able to remember the cold air, I was able to feel the same peace and joy I felt that day, I was feeling the same excitement and I was feeling a deeper sentiment of hope. There were not borders, there were no wars, there was nothing but the magnificence of Mother Earth. Yesterday I asked about what give us hope and now I have my own answer, for me, the memory offers me a full sense of hope. I’m full. I’m good. Then my coffee was ready and I was pushed back to reality. That was my early morning. I’m well.

Mont Saint-Michel, 2018.

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L’homme et la mer

Homme libre, toujours tu chériras la mer !
La mer est ton miroir; tu contemples ton âme
Dans le déroulement infini de sa lame,
Et ton esprit n’est pas un gouffre moins amer.

Tu te plais à plonger au sein de ton image;
Tu l’embrasses des yeux et des bras, et ton coeur
Se distrait quelquefois de sa propre rumeur
Au bruit de cette plainte indomptable et sauvage.

Vous êtes tous les deux ténébreux et discrets
Homme, nul n’a sondé le fond de tes abîmes;
Ô mer, nul ne connaît tes richesses intimes,
Tant vous êtes jaloux de garder vos secrets !

Et cependant voilà des siècles innombrables
Que vous vous combattez sans pitié ni remord,
Tellement vous aimez le carnage et la mort,
Ô lutteurs éternels, ô frères implacables !

— Charles Baudelaire