““I was always deeply impressed by a scene from the old black-and-white film Les enfants du paradis. It’s the last shot, where the despairing Baptiste is running after his great love Garance and finally loses her in the commotion of a street carnival. He’s overwhelmed, he can’t get through, he’s surrounded and shoved by the laughing, dancing crowd he’s stumbling through. An unhappy, confused man among joyful people who are exuberantly celebrating””
