From the common ground revisited by Benoit Arcand: (Translated by Ben Hedley)

Between the bewildered city slicker’s dazed third eye and raised eyebrow, Renaud Pilote draws a new line. Somewhere between the astonishment of the the dumbstruck alien and the lost art of loitering, these 32 vignettes are fixed on the dustiest, and yet most frequented/worn-out places/objects of a generic city where you’re the lesser hero with a consideration that resembles simultaneously the questioning look of a child and the interrogation of a wise man. Whether it’s a phone booth, an entrance hall, a mail box, a local coffee shop, a municipal library, a corner store or a public toilet, these places/objects refuse to be doubled up by the stakes. Instead the author twists common sense by substituting a brand of controversy with a mocking sentimentality, a kind of harmless flirtation with irony that casts an old-world spell over this brave new city.