Free Day

“The bike and I, we're only at ease when we're all alone.”

“Poor bicycle, alone with me on this road, and poor knee. My bicycle and my knee seemed to carry all the weight of the sickly sky. I felt an irresistible urge to cry come over me, on this heavy road that stretched out everywhere. And so I cried.I pedaled harder.”

“All at once, it seemed as if I'd been pedaling in the dark for practically fifteen years, to arrive one night amid those lights.”