Surf'n on the bottom of a castle - Arnaud Biais & Maxime Duveau

On, off—and yet nothing stops. Am I dreaming or what! The wave machine keeps smashing against the rocks. The ceaseless waves definitely don’t seem to stop at this switch. On, off—but what’s still holding out? It’s getting really tiresome. I look outside. Using two shards of glass as binoculars. A kaleidoscopic delirium. I don’t get it, and it turns me on. Everything seems to be sparkling... Unless it’s me blinking back and forth. On, off, on, off—but this is like something out of a dream! It’s enough to make you want to bang your head against the wall. The only thing that goes out is the light bulb! And when I close my eyes, it keeps flashing. It’s even worse—everything overlaps and falls apart. I’m losing my sense of color, and the photocopier is overflowing. On, off, on, off—a bad trip. Everything’s starting to wobble; I’m losing my footing—or maybe it’s the other way around. Who knows! Arnaud Biais