Sublime

That morning he had known everything that was going to happen to him as he walked through the familiar fields. But now, as the sun began to set, he was in a different country, a stranger in a strange land, where he couldn’t even speak the language. He was no longer a shepherd, and he had nothing, not even the money to return and start everything

Little by little you lose your identity and memories along the way. Crossing a pass, one arrives at last in the Puyrang valley. Suddenly you are in a different landscape, a shining, transparent minerality.