Juliette Hubert

Halfway through a summer I’m alone in Quiraing, a vast plateau surrounded by cliffs in the northern part of the Isle of Skye. The wind dives into my skin. I gaze at the shore and I hear something echoing in the far distance. A voice, almost a song. I hear it all around this island. On the hills, on the roads, in the streets…What is this voice overwhelming me, in this boundless landscape? I go around Skye, I walk across it, I get lost in it. The island’s edges are not limitations, they do not bound it. I experience time suspended, endless, it hums in my ear the eternity I feel I’m nearly grasping.If all of us have an infinity, mine is here, on this island.

Ferdinand rents a cellar for 200 euros a month. But that’s still too much. The arrival of the Olympic Games in Paris makes him dream big, but he only gets a temporary job at the Stade de France and gets swallowed up by the noise and fury of the Games. At night, Ferdinand learns to write songs with his best friend Juliette and turns his cramped cellar into a place of comfort.

For years, my anxiety and I have been travelling everywhere, even going as far as outer space.