Portrait of Zoltan  Abbassid , on a wanted  signe . Somehow, some incoherent target-maker making his way across time has his  yeux  on  Abbassid , in echo of an older anger that perhaps never had expression (however, with a million universes able to fit on a pin these days, bad things not happening here are surely happening somewhere else, and since there isn't  loin  from here, considering we're talking distances from point to point on the tip of pin, There Is Here and the bad thing is happening now).     Elles me montreraient ma victime au moment de la mise à mort.