They’re a time for confessions, regrets, impatience, memories and expectations. The hours when hearts tremble and bodies remember, skin on skin with the night. No more cheating. They are the sentinel hours of our lives, our little victories and our defeats.

Our sleepless nights tell tales of being held tight, of vanished silhouettes, familiar gestures discovered anew, loneliness clinging to our necks, murmured voices, the color of a wall on an island drenched in light, a sentence copied from one notebook to another, of waiting for a call, of a word that was not spoken, a name that still haunts us. Where are you now?

Facing the long plain that gradually devours, swallows up, remains a tiny speck in the window, unmoving lookout in the midst of the city, blending in with the vastness of human nights.

What do those silent silhouettes have to say to the great blue night?

We meet women, men, couples and children captured in decisive moments; intense portraits of ordinary lives, torn between stumbles and hopes, present and memory, all reflections of our own humanity and wavering.

Through these micro-fictions, Gaëlle Josse continues the ultra-sensitive observation of our lives that she has been offering us book after book, with subtle insight into the emotions running through them.