Inside, outside, in the depth of the mirror, nowhere, nothing visible. Without any reference, superfluous preamble, according to the broken lines of the general intention, in zigzag, length into broad, basic in roof, I course an incredible universe. My wandering step, is that of a prosecutor being driven with his ease following the rhythm of the states of lights built on infernal cycles which pass and which pass by again indefinitely from the inside to the outside, from the outside to the inside, without preamble, superfluity, according to the points, the zigzags and the dotted lines, without reference none.

1.2.3.4 .5 . 6.7.

8.9.10.11.12.13.14.

15.16.17.18.19.20.21.

22.23.24.25.26.27.28.

29.30.31

Janvier . Février . Mars . Avril. Mai.

Juin . juillet . Aout. Septembre .Octobre .Novembre

Janvier .... fevrier.....mars ... Avril ...Mai ... JUIN

Juillet ... Août... Septembre ... Octobre ...Novembre...Decembre

octobre. novembre . Decembre