next to you, in the exposed passenger seat, while
you drive the conversation towards a thoughtless
sentence. we arrived late at the beach,
just as for almost everything. the wind lifts
the dust in the parking lot and we don’t
leave the car. I don’t know the right answer
and therefore I perform badly in my supporting role.
I just stay in the silence, where
I’ve always felt more comfortable.
a sombre place, discreet, sheltered
and still, as they say, the most dangerous.