Once again, I get intoxicated at 3 in the morning, having exchanged banalities with people I will never see again. The holidays arrive and if I go to Ibiza, I will return exhausted. Since my separation, partying and sleeping late are the only means I have found to avoid cogiting. I have to refocus. So this summer, it's decided, I'll walk. I was told about hiking trails in the Ecrins massif. I will sleep in shelters, shelters and, at the end of summer, I will have found the meaning of my life.