1999, from an interview with film-maker Pierre-André Boutang.
Someone said that ‘travelling is like stealing a bit of time from death’. And it is certainly true that the days when we travel seem longer than others (doubtlessly because they are richer in events). So that sometimes, at the end of a week, we feel as though we had been on the road for months. In the same way, I often was under the impression that my time, during this year 1999, was expanding: on the first day of the month, the last seemed infinitely far away, and even on the 15th, or on the 22nd, I would tell myself that there was still a long way to go. Then, and totally at odds with this impression, at the moment of editing the prints and assembling them in a dummy, those thirty days seemed to have evaporated, as in a dream. Sometimes, this gave me the feeling that I could manipulate time, like the alchemists who believed they could transmute substances…
