The Individual

The boy’s world does not use words. No written language, no speech. Even to utter sounds from the mouth is obscene. Then one day, he uncovers a lump of metal and traces lines which he will follow to a different world… In our time, in the centre of a city, a hesitant writer watches a witches’ ceremony. A traumatised woman sees a boy materialise in front of her. She sees her lost son and seizes him in her arms. In this world, a silent boy watches buildings and people take on new shapes. Nothing is what it was before; nobody is who they were, because nothing can be named.