La Nuit juste avant les forêts

A man sitting at a café table tries to hold on, using every word he can find, to a stranger he approached on a street corner one evening when he was alone. He tells him about his world, a suburb where it rains, where one is an outsider, where one no longer works. He speaks to him about everything and about love as one can never speak of it, except to a stranger like this one, silent and motionless.