You cannot always tell what keeps you confined, what immures you, what seems to bury you, and yet you can feel those elusive bars, railings, walls. Is all this illusion, imagination? ###>On ne saurait toujours dire ce que c’est qui enferme, ce qui mure, ce qui semble enterrer, mais on sent pourtant je ne sais quelles barres, quels murs. Tout cela est imaginaire, fantaisie?