Jacob's  noir  and  blanc   yeux , looking upwards towards the shivering past. The images of his personal history projected on the side of a cloud; everyone is watching as the  nuage  floats by, changing  forme  in the  vent  (Hey, that  nuage  looks like... Pluto! No, Not The Dog, The Planet!).     Par cette télévision, je pouvais lire le journal de mon grand-père, au Jardin d'Eden.