C'est l'histoire d'un homme qui tombe d'un immeuble de 50 etages, le mec au fur et a measure de sa chute repeate sans cesse pour sa rassurer; jusqu ici tout va bien, jusqu ici tout va bien... jusqu'ici tout va bien... mais l'important cest pas la chute, cest l'atterissage.
The memory is like a dream to me, a dream that is both heard and imagined, that seems to be both itself and its echo. When I remember it I think of it as dancing, dancing as if language had surrendered to movement; dancing as if language no longer existed because words were no longer necessary.
Please, tell me what's wrong, let me save you. You can't. Why not? Sweetie, we can't prevent what we can't predict. Isn't there anything I can do? Yes, yes. You can enjoy this beautiful day. We get so few of them.