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Peintures sans vie.
Night's paintings.
Who am I?

A matter of life and death is dealing with questions without answers. Where is the reality?

Why, when the night is falling do I sacrifice myself on paintings and scream, grabbing my brushes?

I asked questions of my past, a past that no longer exists. I recognize nothing, lost in a sort of incomprehension. Where is the reality?

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