The point now is that I found a home — or a hole in the ground, as you will. Now don’t jump to the conclusion that because I call my home a “hole” it is damp and cold like a grave; there are cold holes and warm holes. Mine is a warm hole. And remember, a bear retires to his hole for the winter and lives until spring; then he comes strolling out like the Easter chick breaking from its shell. I say all this to assure you that it is incorrect to assume that, because I’m invisible and live in a hole, I am dead. I am neither dead nor in a state of suspended animation. Call me Jack-the-Bear, for I am in a state of hibernation.
- Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man

avec  Chaos Clay, Luna Mahoux, Rashiyah Elanga, Shamiran Istifan, Shuruq Harb, Valentin Noujaïm

invité•e•s par  Caroline Honorien, Line Ajan

images  Salim Santa Lucia

remerciements  Glassbox Nord