The hero is not defined by what he is, but by what he is led to become. The premade hero is tasteless. He/she has a prestigious past only the one that was stuck to him/her, similar to a label... Read more… →
Scholars are part of the intellectual sapiens elite. Their role in the city is one of the highest accessible roles, along with that of Protector. They have to recover the knowledge lost before the Split, according to the directives... Read more… →
Protectors are part of the Sapiens armed elite. Their role in the city is one of the highest accessible roles, after that of Scientist. They are in charge of maintaining order and protecting the population. They also... Read more… →
The green expanses were swept away by the flames. The water, driven by the impact, returned violently, drowning the land as well as the survivors. Thick clouds of dust and ash veiled the skies, imposing a perpetual night. The air became unbreathable... Read more… →
At Zero Ground, dust mixed with pollution tarnishes the warm colors that could reflect the cobblestones. Trees are reduced to bare masses, now motionless in the fog. Life has fled this place. Read more… →
Jusqu’où est-on capable d’aller pour défendre ses convictions ? N’est-ce pas une question intéressante ? Pas pour y répondre directement, mais peut-être pour se poser une tout autre question : nous connaissons-nous vraiment ? À moins d’être confronté à ladite… Read more… →
J’aimerais te proposer de remonter le temps : partir de l’écriture pour remonter au processus créatif. Et quoi de plus original que de le faire en utilisant le format vidéo. Lorsque j’écris, comme tu le sais sûrement (voir article), je… Read more… →
If you are interested in the creative process, you can browse the very first article of this blog: «from a grain of sand». Before I begin to introduce you to Sapiens characters, I want to give you some... Read more… →
First feelings were suffocation, noise, chaos. The city has been built from disparate elements which were put together with the aim of reaching tops, if not being a part of them. By dint of wanting to move away from... Read more… →
The young man looks proud, his hands resting on his hips as if he is about to draw. At first glance, not the guy that one calls out to spontaneously. I take a breath and walk up to him, expressing my intention to interview him. In the end, he's really not that... Read more… →
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