For a long time I know: The universe expands. A big bang and then it opens. Again and again and again. A bigger sky that moves away and that interweaves and that reinvents itself. Mists, bodies, families or territories, the worlds multiply. Life is growing. Opening the space. But suddenly the water is in the city and the city is in the water. The water that rises, the water that is missing. And the city of people that is dwindling. Stop them! I want my world to grow, not his. Do you understand that? It must be a mistake. I climb onto a roof. I flee to stay dry. It rises. The sea. It rises. And the blue that eats us up. And my words that disappear.