PROLÉGOMÈNES¹ - NOTES DE BAS DE PAJE

PROLÉGOMÈNES¹ - NOTES DE BAS DE PAJE

A green bench on the banks of the Seine.

With spring, freedom has swept through Paris. It’s the season of meetings and discoveries. The season of beginnings. The season to take the risk of trying and starting over. To let yourself be carried away by the promise of something, even if you don’t really know what it is. In principle, they should never have crossed paths. Anonymous in that crowd, strangers. Each convinced their future was more or less mapped out. But when the trees bloom again and the clouds clear, everything becomes possible once more. Certainties collapse and give way to maybe’s. Prolegomena sets a scene on a blank page, leaving the field open to what will come next. It’s the end of one cycle and the start of a new one. It’s a new love, a new beginning. Perhaps the chance of a lifetime. It’s the impulse that starts a new story.