4 a.m., summer, a sleeping ferry.

How much you can learn about someone you know nothing about, what a great unintentional intimacy sprouts in front of the asleep, vulnerable and at ease.

Sleeping in a mess, fully equipped and organized, well protected in a corner or randomly fluctuating in the middle of the floor, a couple, a group, a single: we belong to our needs, we belong to our habits, we belong to our comfort.

We are all on the same boat, we belong to each other.

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