A television report informs us that a fire has destroyed the vast collection of books and notebooks belonging to the writer Lambert Schlechter. A car drives through the vineyards of the Moselle. A woman watches the landscape go by. She enters an empty house. Wandering through the rooms, images come back to her. That of an elderly man. He sits at a desk. A journey begins in the new home filled with countless books. Lambert Schlechter’s house-world. Reading and writing forever. Until the end. The writer’s daily ritual in his house-writing.
The motionless traveler.