Under the cobblestones, the beach ! A desire for freedom, for fulfillment, which today actually exists, but is only an image.
Hand gliding on the image, seeking to grasp it, to live it, but nothing no longer starts. Utopia remains a utopia of glossy paper. The body has almost disappear. Yet the hand is part of a body made of flesh, bones and blood, but it has more than one meaning, almost more than the feel of smooth surfaces, so a last meaning that gives it more to the cold.