And here the weather is eating them. That's what I was saying to myself. They are consumed by worry. And they want two cigarettes for the loneliness of the night. It seemed incredible to me. I had identified the place as something that lived outside of those things that crush man, dig him up bit by bit and make him such a cheap shadow. (. . .) Fourteen narrative scriptures that try, each with its own logic, to give, mainly, what swallows man but also what beautifies his life. In almost all texts, the individual is intertwined with the collective...
