I have a secret. I know that it remains hidden in the summer, but where, when, why, which one? I stumble into it too often, I’d like to understand, rediscover, go back, everything happened too quickly. The sky is a perfect white in my head and I think I might need to whitewash my life, like a spring clean, to see its colours more clearly. Shuffle the cards, cut, deal and start to play. Look in the corners, behind things, between the pages, with this one rule I want to set out