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Anna,

this isn't the first time

I'm addressing you this way.

In 2014,

I told you about a film I wanted to make,

as brief and clear as a gesture.

I made it,

but, in the end, it was long and complicated.

The film was dedicated to you.

I know you haven't seen it. That doesn't matter.

You turned 18 this year,

more or less the age of the characters.

It's a year that we spent in lockdown,

on hold, forced to reflect on our lives.

The present came to a halt,

leaving us with the past and the future.

Thinking once more about all our experiences

and all we have been through.

About what we built, our successes and failures,

what we acquired

and what we lost.

About those we lost.

Those who died and those who went missing.

About our vanished romances.

The feeling of loss is dreadful

because it is incomprehensible.

Yet, at the same time,

it is magnificent in its depth.

In this lockdown, silence would have been nice.

Everyone has something to say,

but what can we really do?

A gesture, probably.

The strongest,

the craziest,

the most violent, the most beautiful gesture.

Like love.

However, we can't always find it.

So we start dreaming of films again.

Which makes us think about time,

about the perception of things over time.

Take your time. Do not surrender to the current mood.

That will make you truly free.

And I say to you, as I did seven years ago,

that even if winter is long and harsh,

spring always returns.

And that's why we keep going.

Because there's always a rebirth.

Nocturama, which was dedicated to you,

may have seemed full of despair,

but it, too, carried that rebirth within itself.

This new film

is my own little gesture today.

A gesture towards you, my love.

This will be my punishment

and I must bear it alone.

Sending you hugs

Hello and welcome to my channel,

Patricia Coma's channel.

A channel to help you live better.

Living better means living longer.

Living longer means a better chance of understanding things.

As the Romanian philosopher Emil Cioran said,

"It's not worth the bother of killing yourself

since you always kill yourself too late."

The weather with Patricia Coma

I don't know where you live, but you do.

Look at the map behind me.

Find your home and you'll know tomorrow's weather.

If you live in northern France,

it will be about 118 degrees in the afternoon.

If you live in Nice, like me,

it will be 141 degrees.

You can't go out anyway, so never mind.

Hi, Tess, I'm busy now. Can I call you later?

Okay. Bye.

The dream people have

is always a devouring dream

that threatens to engulf us.

The fact that others dream is very dangerous.

A dream is an overwhelming desire for power.

And each one of us is more or less

the victim of other people's dreams,

even the most graceful young girl's.

The most graceful young girl can be a voracious ghoul.

Not through her soul, but through her dreams.

Beware of other people's dreams

because if you get caught in them, you're finished.

Never get caught in another person's dream.

I need to be honest and tell you something.

Tell me what?

It's hard to say it. I don't know how to.

It's about Scott.

Has he had an accident?

No, he's fine, but you won't like it.

I don't understand. What is this?

I'm sorry I have to tell you.

Stop it. I'm getting worried. What's wrong?

The other evening,

I saw him kiss another woman.

- What? - Yes.

- No. - It's true.

- Who was it? - It doesn't matter.

Who cares who she was?

He's cheating on you.

I find it hard to believe, coming from you.

Sharon, I would never make up such a thing.

No, but it suits you.

You come here accusing him, yet you won't say who she is.

I saw them, I didn't imagine it. He cheated on you.

I came to tell you

because I worry about you.

I thought about it all night

and I felt you had the right to know the truth.

Is knowing the truth a good thing?

Frankly, I'm not so sure.

Sometimes it's best to suffer for one hour than every hour.

I don't know.

What would you do if you were me?

Hello and welcome to my channel.

Patricia Coma's channel.

A channel to help you live better.

Today, I'll talk about something I especially cherish:

the Revelator.

It's a small square device with four luminous pads:

red, blue, green and yellow.

It's a game.

The rules are simple: just repeat the color sequences

that appear and disappear

by pressing the pads that just lit up.

Most people find it useful

as it exercises the memory.

And it can be played alone-- an advantage today.

The game is easy at first, which will encourage you to continue.

Win.

Win.

Win.

Win.

When you continue, you'll realize that, even if you're distracted,

even if you're not sure,

you're never mistaken.

Win.

You can't be wrong.

And you'll feel almost invincible.

Your self-confidence will be boundless.

Then you'll wonder what is really happening.

You can't get it wrong, even if you want to.

How is that possible?

To prove you aren't winning by chance,

you'll try to force a mistake.

But it can't be done.

You always press the right color.

At that point, you'll begin to have doubts.

Not in yourself, as you keep winning,

but in the fact that the Revelator is simply showing

that you have no control over your choices

and that free will doesn't exist.

Don't be afraid.

Look.

I'm not afraid, though I have a thousand reasons to be,

a thousand decisions to make.

What will I do about Scott?

Leaving him terrifies me.

So I force myself not to be afraid.

I try my hardest.

I control myself.

So what are you going to do?

So what are you going to do?

I don't know.

I love Scott.

Maybe I should turn a blind eye.

And suffer in silence?

I could never leave him.

It would be too painful. My world would collapse.

Do you think he's really in love

or is it just a fling?

I don't know.

I can't leave him.

I think it would kill me.

Even saying it seems impossible.

Sometimes it's best to suffer for one hour than every hour.

I don't know.

What would you do if you were me?

I don't know.

The Revelator is simply proving to you

that you have no control over your choices

and that free will doesn't exist.

- Hello. - Hello.

- How's it going? - Fine.

I had a really weird dream.

Shit, so did I!

- What was it about? - You first.

- No, go on. - You first.

Fine.

I was in the woods, I was walking--

Never get caught in another person's dream.

I know I'm here for your German class, but I got swamped.

I've taken on too many things

and I don't want to give anything up.

I do have one quality, though.

I can do two things at once:

answer my fans' questions

and give you your German lesson.

So...

Daphné from Toulouse asks me...

"How can we reach limbo?"

The first way to reach limbo

is to pile up enough levels,

to sink deeper into the spirit,

in order to attain a state

where only the raw subconscious remains,

disconnected from reality.

Patricia, I have an important question for you.

But it's a personal one.

Could you possibly answer me in private?

I am currently crippled by doubt and anxiety, and

Ready?

Yes.

Go.

Win.

See?

Try again.

Win.

Right. You're the devil.

I thought it over.

I'll talk to Scott.

Are you going to leave him?

The sole interest of winning lies in the possibility of losing.

You want to lose, at least once.

But you can't.

First, you feel disappointment--

playing isn't such fun.

Then comes anxiety-- you want to stop playing.

And finally, emptiness--

you don't want anything anymore.

The only question that matters now is,

"How is it possible?"

First possibility: you win each time

because the color combination offered by the Revelator

matches your thought pattern as you play.

Each sequence is a phototherapeutic transcription

of your own association of ideas.

You simply follow your thoughts,

and so you win, because they're yours.

The second possibility is that, without realizing it,

you're under hypnosis.

Hypnosis is a way to attain limbo,

to allow your brain to reach a level that you cannot control.

You're able to do things

you could not normally do.

Patricia?

Are you lost?

Yes.

Let's go that way. It's dangerous here.

What's your name?

What are you doing here?

I don't know.

What do you usually do?

I pass the time doing nothing much.

Do you have any friends?

Yes, but we rarely see each other.

How do you feel?

I'm a bit scared.

Then again,

there are many reasons to be scared...

with terrorism,

ecology, the economy...

The future is scary.

Obviously, but I've always known that.

- You live with it. - True.

What did you want to ask me in private?

I wanted to know...

I don't know...

It's very personal. About love.

But I don't dare to ask.

Ask me when you feel ready.

- Did you buy a Revelator? - Yes.

Don't be afraid.

- Did you get it through my channel? - I don't know.

No one but me sells them.

- Do you know how it works? - Yes.

This is the only place where it won't work.

It's a bit like...

a place out of time.

We call it the Free Zone.

But you can play anywhere else.

What's the real point of the game?

Patricia?

Win.

Whether it be thought transcription or hypnosis,

you are not free to choose.

Most people who buy a Revelator stop choosing.

Some of them even become catatonic.

They gaze at what happens around them, but they're no longer part of the world.

They could be,

but they don't want to.

I'd like to have a romance that no one will judge.

That no one will talk about, that no one will see.

Their gaze is so toxic.

I understand,

but it may not be possible.

I need a romance that no one will judge.

Not even myself.

Revelator, barely used.

Set a starting price and let bidders compete.

A hot soup with vegetables that stay raw.

That may seem odd or absurd,

unfeasible, inconsequential, futile...

However,

it's neither odd, because it's a life skill,

nor absurd, because it's meaningful,

nor inconsequential, because it preserves vitamins,

and it's surely not futile, as we're getting the best of vegetables.

The Crudimix exists.

Here it is.

It heats raw food with its power and its beauty.

It produces hot soups

with vegetables that remain raw.

We shall talk about production in an upcoming tutorial.

However, no one can tell if the Crudimix

could grind up a human hand.

For a hand cannot fit through the Crudimix's top.

Next week, we'll discuss the deeper meaning of Michael Jackson's songs.

What we took for pedophilia

was in fact philanthropy.

As his song says, "We are the world, we are the children.

We are the ones who make a brighter day, so let's start giving."

Scott, where were you?

- I was at the office. - This late?

What are you imagining, Sharon?

I'm not lying. You know I love you.

I'm sure there's another woman in your life.

Sharon, you're the only one.

I saw you look at Barbara. Don't lie.

I'm not lying.

In fact, I was thinking,

Robert Pattinson should ditch Kristen Stewart.

She'll cheat on him again.

He can find better.

A doll cannot get discouraged.

Only conscious beings can.

I could get discouraged, not her.

We could say that deciding to stop choosing

shows we can still do so,

but it's not true.

Every form of behavior is compatible with determinism.

Why and how do things occur?

That is the profound question

we spend our lives trying to answer.

That is why we shall soon talk about production.

For now, let's listen to a Neapolitan singer

born in Piedmont.

Even if he has a moustache, long hair

and looks like a soccer player,

he can sing definitive things like,

"You are a woman, I am a man,

you loved me,

you loved me,

you loved me."

I'll say it again:

every form of behavior is compatible with determinism.

Robert Pattinson should ditch Kristen Stewart.

She'll cheat on him again.

He can do better.

Scott, where were you?

I went from tycoon to TV star

to US president on my first try.

I'm not just smart, I'm a genius. A very stable genius.

This late? You're hiding something, Scott.

Why does Kim Jong Un call me old when I never called him short and fat?

Right. I want to be his friend, and perhaps I will be.

I'm sure there's another woman in your life.

Kim Jong Un said the nuclear button is on his desk.

Can someone in his weak regime tell him

my button is bigger, more powerful and it works?

I saw you look at Barbara. Don't lie to me.

The Chinese invented global warming to make American labor uncompetitive.

It's cold and snowy in New York: we need global warming.

Sorry, losers, I have a record-breaking IQ and you know it.

Don't beat yourselves up. It's not your fault.

I'm going to eat your soul.

Puke it up and eat it again.

I don't understand.

I'm going to eat your soul, puke it up and eat it again.

Such osmosis

Such harmony

Such symbiosis

Such irony

Such osmosis

Such harmony

Such staging

Eternal mise en abyme

I watch the scene

I immerse myself in it

I observe this cascade of hair

As it's being combed

Who are the servants?

Who holds the reins?

Will someone disturb

Our bodies as they bathe?

Such osmosis

Such harmony

Such staging

Eternal mise en abyme

Add a little of this oil...

Is that you?

Yep.

- It's brilliant. - Damn right.

I never know how I get here.

No one does.

It's as if there were trapped souls

that can't find the door

while others move freely.

You can do so much here.

You can produce so much.

What about me?

What can I produce?

I don't know.

You'll see what you can bring to this.

What's the reason for it?

Osmosis

What is the cause of it?

Osmosis

What's the reason for it?

Osmosis

What is the cause of it?

Osmosis

What's the reason for it?

Osmosis

What is the cause of it?

Osmosis

A whole lot of things.

Production.

What is it?

In Latin, productio means "to extend or bring forth."

But if you present evidence at a trial,

you produce it.

It's also the act of producing a child, of giving birth.

It's a phenomenon found in nature and also in society.

Karl Marx founded his understanding of mankind on it.

Perhaps love is also an extension of production

through other means.

A business deal above all.

A masterpiece of industrial influence

over romantic life and reproduction

to create prototypes:

your children.

Lives born out of French fiction.

Today, production in its noble sense has a poor reputation.

Look at Jeff Bezos.

They say he sold his soul to the devil, but he just invents things.

He started in his garage and look where he is now.

His latest challenge: becoming immortal.

Immortality is a fine project.

Thanks to my channel, you may not become immortal

but you will live better.

For me, this world is evil,

and the evil within me comes from that.

I was born with the devil in me.

I had to kill

just as a poet has to write.

Satan stood next to my crib and has been with me ever since.

I was born to be possessed by demons.

Concretely, how does it work?

Concretely?

It's always the same and always different.

If I think of the last one...

She hitched a ride, we talked a little in the car,

I looked at her.

And, the thing is, that girl didn't even look human.

I could only see her as a store mannequin.

She looked like an Apple phone.

She kept saying words that weren't hers.

Words that everyone says.

As if she were begging to be looked at or heard.

So I pulled out a knife.

Then she started begging for her life. She wanted to live.

I got sick of listening to her, so I stabbed her.

How did that feel?

I'd like some water.

Thank you.

You look into their eyes. You feel their last breath leave their body.

And right then, believe me, you're God.

And then?

Then, I went home.

I felt pretty good.

Good enough to eat pears, for instance.

Are you gonna hurt me?

No.

But you've often lied, right?

True.

You feel detached from everything.

Even psychopaths have emotions.

Well, maybe not.

Satan dwells in each one of us.

I reject the hypocritical and moralistic dogma

of this so-called civilized society.

I don't need to hear those views.

I've heard them enough. They make me sick.

Maybe you're just really paranoid.

May I ask you something?

Of course.

- It's a real question. - I'm listening.

If someone were to cut my head off,

do you think I would hear, even briefly,

the blood gushing from my neck?

It would be the ultimate pleasure to end all pleasures.

I don't know.

Maybe.

But very briefly.

That's something.

I don't understand.

Even psychopaths have emotions.

Well, maybe not.

Maybe you don't understand me, or you simply can't.

- Scott... - If someone were to cut my head off,

would I hear, even briefly, the blood gushing from my neck?

It would be the ultimate pleasure to end all pleasures.

I don't understand!

I'm going to eat your soul, puke it up and eat it again.

I'm going to eat your soul, puke it up and eat it again!

Ted Bundy.

Charles Manson's out. He never killed anyone.

Edmund Kemper.

Kemper's not bad.

- I like the cannibal. - The Japanese guy?

No, the German guy.

The one with a four-year-old girl cut up in his fridge.

There were bits in the fridge, a hand cooking in a pan

and even intestines jammed in the trash can.

I don't know him. Gross.

I forget his name.

For me, Donald Harvey is the best.

I find his story so touching.

No, it's Ted Bundy, hands down. Plus he's hot.

Okay, but Donald Harvey killed to ease his victims'pain.

That's beautiful.

He once said, "I'm the Angel of Death." That's beautiful.

The Angel of Death is Charles Cullen.

- There can be two. - I'm sure.

You're sure?

I heard a story about a woman whose arm really hurt

because of burn in juries or something...

She was begging for someone to kill her.

So he killed her. That's really beautiful.

How poetic.

Edmund Kemper's last victim was his mother.

He beheaded her, put her head on a shelf and used it as a dartboard.

- Respect. - That's horrible.

Plus he was exceptionally gifted, with an IQ of 250.

- 250? - 150.

Chill.

Ted Bundy returned to the crime scenes

to bang his victims for as long as he could.

- Until animals ate them. - That stinks.

- Horrible. - Right.

I think he said,

"I am the most cold-hearted son of a bitch you'll ever meet."

You're all fans of celebrities.

I'm more touched by serial killers who've remained unknown.

- True. - They remain unknown.

- They touch me the most. - Right.

- You don't seem touched. - Are you looking at me?

Yeah.

With Zoom, no one knows who's watching whom.

Right. Tess, are you looking at me?

Yeah, I'm looking at you.

- Tess, I'm looking. - Who am I looking at?

You're scary.

Okay, cut it out. Tess? The book?

I have the book.

Awesome.

No.

"How to be top dog without being a bitch?"

It's a handbook!

How to show character?

I guess so.

Like, how to be self-confident,

bold and all that without...

Without getting an attitude.

- Top dog. - What's being a bitch?

I don't want to be vulgar, but...

It means what it means.

"A girl's superficial relationships

result in her inner superficiality."

If your relationships are superficial, you're superficial inside.

- It's how you are. - That's what--

Superficial relations don't make you superficial.

- It's meaningless. - Why be superficial to start with?

Start by asking that.

"A girl is superficial..."

Nice.

"Seduction never ends for a girl,

the girl ends with seduction."

That's really sad.

- It's depressing. - She lives for seduction?

Horrible.

- Who's this girl anyway? - It's us.

I didn't understand it as "girl" per se.

I thought it meant citizens in our society.

Why say "girl" if they don't mean girl?

The citizen ends when their seduction--

- I don't get it. - Tess, who's behind you?

- No one. - Are you sure?

Who sees someone behind me?

So stressful!

"A girl isn't meant to understand you."

Understand us? If she represents society...

As girls, we can't understand ourselves?

- Our parents? - So we never understand ourselves.

We don't know ourselves.

We don't understand ourselves or others.

"The girl is a viewpoint on passing time,

but a viewpoint incarnated--"

What just happened?

Tess?

Has she left?

Tess?

- Tess? - Tess?

Act as if your decisions mattered.

Never mind reality.

Our survival

depends on our capacity to lie to ourselves.

Any news from Tess?

None.

Spooky.

Spooky, yeah.

Totally spooky.

Totally spooky.

It's curfew. I'm fucking sick of this lockdown.

I'm going to go nuts. I wanna kill someone,

blow shit up.

Chill.

Chill, babe.

We're in it together, we'll make it.

Clearly.

Sharon seems suspicious about Barbara and me.

I can't go on much longer.

But I'm not sure how I feel about Barbara.

Do I love one, the other or both?

I think I'm lost, Ashley.

Sorry, I can't focus on what you're saying.

I, too, have problems.

It's curfew. I'm fucking sick of this lockdown.

I'm going to go nuts.

I wanna kill someone,

blow shit up.

Chill, Ashley. We're all in the same shit.

I don't give a shit about other people. I have to do something.

Something has to happen.

I'm begging you, Scott. Fuck me.

- I'm your brother, for fuck's sake. - Screw that.

I need to do something that feels good.

Please, fuck me.

Okay. Even if winter is long and harsh,

spring always returns.

Screw that. This is winter.

I know that what I say will not change your behavior or your decisions,

but I'll say it anyway.

Maybe because I have no choice either.

Maybe I do it to feel less lonely.

I can't see you.

I don't know you.

But I know you're there.

Even if I don't have many followers.

Maybe nobody's watching this.

I know there will be more, though.

I know it will work.

Fuck, Scott,

you're going to make me come.

What's your climate today?

My climate?

Yes, your internal weather.

The shock is too great for me to figure out how I feel.

Indeed.

I can't think. I feel numb.

I feel like a zombie.

Maybe you could decide to do things differently.

Sure, but now I know it's no use.

Go on.

A draw will determine access to vaccination.

Only 15 percent of the world population can be vaccinated.

Go on.

The draw will eliminate countries rather than people.

With 7.8 billion people around the globe, it would be unmanageable.

But 197 countries are manageable.

I can't think clearly about my life.

I'd like to find the words, but I can't. I feel divided.

You know, breaking-up leads to the paroxysm of false discourses--

discourses established prior to the break-up.

Our relationship is a power struggle now.

Good.

Good.

I don't know...

I can't think clearly about my life.

I could never say anything conclusive.

There's no subject of dispute,

there are just desires for dispute.

Australia has been eliminated.

But with a population of 25 million people,

it won't change much of anything.

I don't know. I can't think clearly about my life.

I could never say anything conclusive.

Confusion is a luxury only the very young can afford,

and you're not so young.

Brazil was eliminated.

With 210 million people, that's better.

I can't think clearly about my life.

Maturity isn't a matter of age. It's the capacity to work on...

Africa has been eliminated.

With a population of 1,216 billion, it's very positive.

We're making progress.

France has just been eliminated.

I could never say anything conclusive.

Girls sometimes rewrite history in order to avoid feeling shame,

depriving themselves of a certain depth.

I don't understand anymore.

Think about yourself.

Yourself only.

But... what about the others?

You pay me, not the others.

- What can I do? - Be selfish.

You'll face your decision later.

Yes, but facing things is hard and painful.

It takes time away from life's pleasures.

Sharon...

Yes?

The transference process is working.

- I don't know. - It is.

And it's going both ways.

I see you as my daughter.

Are you sure that's a good thing?

Yes.

It's a very good thing, believe me.

Now, imagine you're in a forest,

alone at night.

Now, tell me what you feel.

Patricia?

Patricia, are you there?

Patricia, I'm going this way, okay?

Tess?

Shit, it's good to see you.

I'm so happy.

Me too. I was so worried. We all were.

It was horrific.

What was? What happened?

It was horrific.

Tell me. Why are you in the Free Zone?

What's that?

It's here. It's a place. I don't really know.

I can't get out of this fucking place.

How did you get here?

I don't know. I come in and out somehow.

What happened on Zoom?

A guy sneaked into my place. He came into my room.

Yeah, I know. We all saw him.

I didn't.

He was behind me.

He grabbed my neck.

I couldn't move or cry out.

He tried to take my clothes off.

I kept kicking him, so he started hitting me hard.

He started tearing off my clothes,

hitting me harder and harder.

He tried to rape me.

I hit him, but he held my neck and my arms.

At one point, I kicked the wardrobe and we fell backwards.

He let go of my neck

and, staggering back, I fell six floors from the window.

That's how I died.

I fell from the sixth floor.

What are you doing here, Tess?

You should ask yourself that question.

Sharon, please, tell me what's wrong.

It can't be because of what I said.

I wasn't myself.

I spoke those words, but it wasn't me saying them.

I don't give a fuck about Barbara. It's true. Believe me.

It's not that.

I don't give a fuck about Barbara, that slut!

So what's wrong?

Scott...

I had a horrible dream.

And I think it was real.

Everything in the dream was true.

What was it?

I was alone in a forest at night.

Totally lost.

I didn't know where to go.

It got darker and darker.

And as I went in deeper,

I began to meet people.

People I knew.

People I used to know.

Because they were all dead.

I met everyone I knew who lost their lives.

My father.

My brother.

I saw them all in that forest.

- Did you speak to them? - Yes.

What did you say?

I asked questions, mainly to my brother.

Did he answer?

He said he was always watching me.

He had seen me crying,

limping and living in the belief that pain should guide us.

He asked me to stop seeing his death as a mystery I had to solve.

It was a dream, Scott, but it was true.

That forest exists. I was really there.

I'm sorry, Sharon. I'm so sorry for you.

Scott...

Did all that scare you?

- No, it enlightened me. - Good.

You know, some day, the world will look back

and say I gave birth to the 21st century.

No, the 21st century is mine.

You can't steal it from me.

So how did I enlighten you?

Now I know what to do. I'm leaving.

We're not free to make our own choices anymore. It's been scientifically proven.

Where will you go?

To a place where free will exists.

Even if I have to confront my fears.

I'll confront them and it'll be fine.

Do you feel like you're renouncing something by doing that?

I know I'll hurt people.

They won't understand and blame themselves,

say it's their fault.

I hope they'll understand.

I won't be dead, just elsewhere.

You're probably right.

I understand her so much.

If only I could leave.

But I'm not brave enough.

Sometimes, it can be braver to stay.

I miss her.

I have nothing special to say today.

Nothing to teach you or to share with you.

Some days are like that. You have to accept them.

I don't know who I am anymore!

I'm tired of this soap opera. It's been 40 years!

Three people have played my part!

Sharon, did you really buy a Revelator?

Am I played by Heidi Stone, Monica Roberts or Sharon Potter?

Is it a sign that Sharon Williams was last played by a Sharon?

A sign that I'm really her?

Tell me.

I'm losing my mind!

And I'm being accused of murder. Accused of Jess's murder!

- Do you realize? - Maybe it will all work out.

I want to go away, Scott.

I want to leave you.

You want us to split up?

I gave you my best years.

- Have you had any other dreams? - Forgive me.

I hope the scars I leave you won't make you forget

the depth of my feelings for you.

Have you had any other dreams?

Do you really want to know?

Yes.

Eagles don't fly with pigeons.

I know what you're going to say.

What can you expect of my modernity

when all that awaits you is survival?

I'll simply say: take what you can.

I'm giving you all that I can.

I promise.

I'm giving you--

The weather with Patricia Coma

We have to be positive.

I feel better today and I hope you do too.

So, the weather.

I don't know where you live, but you do.

Look at the map behind me, find your home

and you'll know tomorrow's weather.

If you're in northern France,

it will be around 134 degrees in the afternoon.

If you live in Nice, like me,

it'll be 150 degrees.

You can't go out anyway, so never mind.

Hello and welcome to my channel, Patricia Coma's channel.

A channel that will teach you to live better.

Coma comes from the Greek, kõma,

which means "deep sleep."

The Latin form is caumare,

which means "to rest in great heat,"

and chômage, "unemployment."

Dad?

Dad, is that you?

Dad?

Hello, dear.

Patricia.

It's good to see you.

Do you have your Revelator?

No, I left it. It doesn't work here, right?

No, it doesn't.

Can I do whatever I want here?

Yes. You can be yourself.

No one will judge you.

- It's really scary. - True.

Why sell things and go to a place where they won't work?

I'm like everybody else.

I have to make a living and I need a place to be free.

Why doesn't it work here?

Because this isn't real life.

It's a sort of...

halfway state.

Like an intermediary state.

A hazy state.

But you...

Are you still alive?

Do you know what "limbo" means?

Anna,

when it comes to the world, there is no before, there is no after,

as we have so often heard.

But there's you in the world,

and that's what matters.

We need to think that our sacrifices

will be rewarded

with the access to another reality.

That the negative will be purifying in a way.

That the worst thing would be for it to be useless.

We are passing through a period

between life and death,

between day and night.

A sort of day-for-night effect,

but without a director.

"If you're going through hell, keep going."

Limbo

is not just between two worlds,

between dream and reality.

It comes from limbus, meaning "margin" --

a blank space waiting to be filled.

At the center, there is no space.

It is in limbo that you'll see

things that can't be seen elsewhere.

That others will not see.

In this time of darkest night

into which we are sinking

ever more deeply,

there can be a clarity

as vast as the obscurity.

You can be so alone there that you become yourself.

And that is the moment when you attain the poetic beauty

that we shall need

when a new day dawns.

Because a new day will dawn soon.

A new day will dawn soon, my love,

and you will emerge from limbo

with a strength you cannot imagine.

And I shall be near you,

or, rather, behind you,

watching you unleash it.

And that will be the start of another story.

A story that belongs to you only.