L'aile d'endormir, a 1936 poem by Roger Gilbert-Lecomte, is here the pretext for a small photographic sequence paying tribute to this ghostly writer, whose spectre still oscillates between remembrance and anticipation: "He went so far back up the current of his life that he found himself lost in the land turned inside out, where one wanders before birth, dreaming, did he dream, changing planets, waking, falling asleep endlessly in turn to the cerebral tick-tock of blood's clock."