The heroine wears
a dark raincoat and tinted glasses.
A man arrives.
He places his hand on the barstool next to her.
Conversation is struck up, it's three in the afternoon.
MURIEL lets things take their course, the world goes on
about her, despite her.
All the while she leaves traces on the cigarette filters.
Messages, bottles at sea.
The heroine is a body in movement before being a thought
A sweet melody issues from the jukebox.
I'll be passing by the drugstore.
I wanted to tell you how much I think of you.