Bernat lives in an inhospitable, wild, rugged, untamed place. In the mornings he goes for a walk. He needs to feel the earth under his feet, to tread on it until he makes it his own. He likes to reach the viewpoint from where he can see all that is invisible. From there, he takes visual journeys guided by the light of the sea, until he finds an island, or more than one.
There is a light, a fog, and then the islands come.
Each one is a world. They float, slide, disperse and disappear. One would say they are universes. (Sylvain Tesson)
