My body is regularly haunted by other bodies, objects and spaces.

They tend to be soft and without edges, spreading white light under

my eyelids, white noise in my stomach, whiteout on my hands.



When this happens, my hand reaches for my iPhone to take a picture,

which is instantly uploaded on Instagram. I then write.

I only have a couple of minutes to do this: a bit like holding my breath

in order to breathe the atmosphere of the instance into it.

During these minutes, I listen to the picture

and allow its text to come forth.



What you have here is a selection of this picpoetry.

I decided not to edit either the pictures or the texts.

A little chunk of atmosphere on each page.