Suddenly, out of the blue, it comes to you the reason why you are producing. Why you chose producing. Why you keep betting, why you keep fighting, why you are making such a huge effort for what you believe in. In a letter from someone you once admired. Someone you've spent a couple of remarkable moments with.
That's for you to remember there'll always be nonsense around. Nonsense which turns to be way too sensitive.
Je vous en prie!
And there'll always be backs, anyway. For you to hope, count on, believe in, live with. And do live without it, as well. Backs, faces, smiles, deepness. Lovers. Surpass it. But never dare giving it away.