Nwai

Alone in the middle of his villa, a heartbroken man takes revenge on his house architect. Overwhelmed and nostalgic, he pisses in the pool, scribbles the walls, breaks mirrors and conscientiously destroys every memory of his past relationship. Little by little the house, once a temple of love and symbol of modernity, is transformed into an austere and chaotic place, like its feelings. In this story constructed like a one-act tragicomedy, Antoine Cossé succeeds in making us laugh at despair. Accentuated to the extreme, the The protagonist's vengeful behavior becomes laughable. The absurd prevails over the pathetic and we find ourselves smiling at the misfortune of this man left to his own devices grief. The whole is served by Indian ink drawings of great beauty, where color emerges in touches to better evoke absence. In around thirty pages, Antoine Cossé manages to construct a closed-door story of great finesse, where humor rubs shoulders with desolation, for our greatest pleasure guilty.