Notre jeunesse

"All night long, I think.
I forget time, it seems.
I smoke, I drink, I do the thinking.
And like that, I go through the night.
This, night, only one thing I thought.
I thought... youth, you might say."

Today's youth. The ones who are lost. Who can't make themselves heard. Who are not recognized, but who don't recognize themselves either.

The flayed, and through them, their maternal and paternal figures, flayed too.
A depressed and overwhelmed, powerless mother. An absent father. A repressive republic.

So many factors that explain the disenchantment of these young people, who are nonetheless very much present.