Someone falls and speaks at the same time, talks, sings, rants. His situation is risky: it is a self without history, without civil status, who nevertheless tries to do justice to what is happening and has happened to him with extreme precision and intensity. As they fall, frenzied images of a life string together, passing before our eyes in real time. And so the poetic appropriation of a life is created, a parodied song. From afar, Lewis Carroll’s Alice and Samuel Beckett’s The Unnameable is recalled, unflinchingly sad and extremely hilarious.