“Huis clos” is the state of being trapped in a rift. Not a hero’s tale, more an attempt to allow closeness in the midst of chaos. Between blood, screams, and flickering light, something tears inside you. You wear pride like armor, but nothing shields you from the blows and gazes of others. It’s about enduring, not winning. And sometimes, you find yourself lying there – face to face with yourself, no exit.
