Pourquoi Les Inconnus Restent-ils Inconnus? (Why Do Unknowns Remain Unknown?)

Chapters stack up one after another like a peaceful army of forgetful souls on borrowed time, trapped in the mausoleum of creations nobody sees.
Amid the clatter of dishes shattering on the floor, everyone goes unnoticed, like your parents who’ll never be what you wished they were, taking shortcuts down the wrong paths...
Screw our childhood dreams, unknown poets will stay unknown, just like your folks, just like mine, just like me.
Why do unknowns remain unknown?
Because the reality of screens has killed off prophets and thinkers.
And if I ever feel like shouting my name, all I’ll get is a bunch of straitjackets and pitying stares, and everyone will know I’m completely out of my mind.