"I took it and put it in the gray weather, near the sea, I lost it, I left it in the stretch of the Atlantic film. And then I told him to look, and then forget, and then move on, and then forget even more, and the bird in the wind, and the sea in the panes and windows in the walls. For a moment he did not know, he did not know anymore, he could not walk, he could not look any more. So I begged him to forget more and more, I told him it was possible, he could do it. He arrived there. He advanced. He looked at the sea, the lost dog, the bird in the wind, the windows, the walls. And then he came out of the Atlantic field. The film has emptied. She became black. And then it was seven o'clock in the evening on June 14, 1981. I thought I liked it. " Marguerite Duras.
