By Claude Weiss
A cold universe. Individuals with a cage enclosing a ballon where their heads should be; they come and go in the streets of an immense metropolis. They resemble one another, have a standardised way of life. Some, in a fit of madness or lucidity try to make their balloon fly away, but any such attempt is systematically doomed to failure.... One of them, against the odds, finds a means to escape.