Crossing this month of March was a bit like facing the North face of our loneliness. When everything becomes danger, the intercom, our fingers...when the outside is a threat and the inside a prison without outside, are there still spaces, interstices to hold on to?

A bed sheet devouring bodies, a radio contaminating minds or a chicken refusing to be butchered... Kraken storms into an apartment building, where everyday soon plunges into bizarre...