“Not everything has to make sense”, that is the conclusion of a prophet after several days of bacchanalia. And so are all these pages: cities that emerge, rainy sunny days, a stuffed monkey loaded with marijuana looking for Chinese food, a saleswoman with samurai warrior ethics, parking lot echoes, suspicious silences and office whispers.
Five stories that try to give meaning to a night of dreams that the unconscious seems to capriciously connect with subtle patterns that inhabit the specific universes of each characters, saving the value of the line as an essential expression of form.
