L'Infusion

A Sunday evening, a living room, a couple, the children in bed... Just long enough for the herbal tea to brew... But death invites itself gently, delicately... Time bites its tail, colors fade, phrases loop, daily life separates... Infusion: the opposite of fusion... "Who, for a moment, hasn't felt that their life is on hold? This life, your life, runs alongside you, without you. You are the first spectator; you are not in life, you remain at its edges. Can you be a happy dead person?" Pauline Sales