This is what the hedgehog man says to us while the woman puts wings on his feet, giving way to his slow transformation: “I will go the world over, flapping my wings surely, I’m not born to die. The molecules I am made of are timeless. The memories of the things that I neglected, that I just barely sketched out, that I merely brushed against with my imagination, that I started and then abandoned, that I refused for fear, that I thought were not good enough, that I did not choose, that I did the opposite of what I wanted to do, that I did not see and I did not love, have become drawings impressed on my wings”.