Consumed by Mathieu Lévesque and Pascal Brousseau

The realization that nothing lasts can be agonizing. Nature, soul, matter itself; nothing escapes time. It engulfs everything in its path, without worrying about distinguishing the beautiful from the ugly, the true from the false, good from bad. Whether annihilation comes from inside, from outside, or its source cannot be identified, it is never far away, revealing itself punctually to remind us that everything is fleeting.