"Finally his language touches me, because it talks to the part of us that insists on drawing profiles on prison walls. A piece of chalk to follow the contours of what is not, or is no longer, or is not yet. The handwriting each one of us will use to compose his own list of things that quicken the heart – to offer or to erase. In that moment, poetry will be made by everyone, and there will be emus in The Zone”
-Chris Marker, Sans Soleil
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