Quand le monde sera réduit en un seul bois noir pour nos quatre yeux étonnés—en une plage pour deux enfants fidèles—en une maison musicale pour notre claire sympathie—je vous trouverai.To my lost and lovelorn teenage self, the quote always seemed so mysterious and deep: why has the world been reduced to a single piece of wood? Who are the children and why are they faithful? Who are 'you?' Why are you looking for 'me?' It is as though 'we' are at the end of the world—on the black wood, or the beach or the house—but to us, it is paradise.
When the world is reduced to a single black wood for our four astounded eyes—to a beach for two faithful children—to a musical house for our clear understanding—I will find you.
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