Across the diagonale du vide, the “French desert” which spans the country from northeast to southwest, I went out in search of my little brother who had left too early. He liked the French countryside, where nature is sublime. The emptiness here is sometimes calming, sometimes scary, but always striking. It intrigues me and calls out to me.
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