We make a star as we make a constellation, by putting its parts together and marking off its boundaries. In short, we do not make stars as we make bricks; not all making is a matter of molding mud.
We’ve done so many interviews and written a lot of lyrics and I honestly can’t tell what’s real or not anymore. Have I ever been to party on a rooftop? I don’t know. But I’d like to think I have. And I think that’s a natural consequence of the kind of terraforming that Air France was committed to. We were building better worlds.