Nothing remains in oblivion, from memory to the unreal, what vibrates in me lives. I have the memory of a joyful schooling, of psychedelic studies at the Beaux-Arts and of decades of life as a cameraman bewitched by the image. Millions of men preceded me, I was born just after the middle of the 20th century in a psychiatric hospital where my parents psychiatrist doctors practiced and where I lived for twenty years. Then, like all humans, I we ...