In the anthill town, crowds of workers form ceaseless flows whose currents intersect, telescope, aggregate, and disperse at peak hours, with general concern and indifference. But the townspeople are not ants and sometimes stop. By fatigue for many, but also for pleasure to take the time to read, to smoke a cigarette, to look at the sky, to take the sun or simply to do nothing. These pauses (these poses?) that I like to photograph are snapshots that I snatch from the great uninterrupted film of metropolitan life: as banal as they may be, do they express in their own way a form of gentle resistance to violence of the social body?