“They are on the other side of the wall, in this intervening space that separates the carceral and the urban, a street, a wasteland, which is still part of the prison and not quite the town; on this outside track, the body bent towards the interior, they shout words of comfort and news to those that occupy a static stretch of time. (…) A carceral song where the personal blends with the collective, insults with laughter, the crucial with the trivial. The “shouters” secretly fuel this strange penitentiary choir”
Philppe Artière, extrait de ligne de fuite, Hautes surveillances, Actes-Sud, 2004