This is a movie. We know the scenario: it is lurking inside all of us. It brings back the road at night, childhood terrors, to spaces that show only the surface of things, but underneath it all the danger deaf world.
Any surface carries with it a danger.
The highway, her slack. A killer on the Road. Footsteps in the snow. The absence of noise if the frequency of passing cars, that we do not get used to it. We do not know. We no longer clear whether we prefer that there be one, not a cat, or if one is surprised to fear every vehicle that comes to what he wears unknown, danger.
— Philippe Azoury
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