This is the story of a little man in his glass ball. But one day he leaves… Faced with an other reality, the little guy doesn’t recognize anything more: the tree of the snowball is very different, the dog too, even the snow is not cold like the one he knows. Then he found a house inhabited by “others” like him. And he decided to stay. But sometimes he thinks that “it was better there…”. A questioning of our relationship with reality. Is my reality the reality of everyone? Is there a truth? Do the other apprehends things in the same way as me?
An album between philosophy and poetry.
