Nous sommes vivants

Time passes, life is unpredictable, death is always possible, and children are confronted with it far too young. There's the nostalgia of memories, abandonment, loneliness, the difficulty of being, and being a dependent child, "an unfinished child", but are we ever finished? However, there are moments of grace, of joy, of laughter, when life puts you head over heels, in spite of everything, with the recklessness of childhood returning.

A brother and sister. What happened to them? Have they lost their parents? Are they the survivors of a disaster? Are they "playing dead", whether in a schoolyard or at home, behind a door? Are they old? Have they lost their memory or relationship with time? They are four, eight or eighty-eight years old. A sibling's quest for a shared memory.