In parallel with the making of the film, the writers are immersed in the creative process of a book that deepens the themes explored in the work.
This literary project not only dialogues with the audiovisual narrative, but expands it, opening new layers of interpretation. The documentary will feature excerpts, reflections and quotations from the book, that function as poetic pauses, counterpoints, and resonances, enriching the viewer’s emotional experience.
“It has been said that a wave is a fold of the sea; perhaps it is also a fold of time. It does not arise on its own: the wind both raises and destroys it, inscribing it in that double movement. What we believe we see—white ascent, curve, collapse—is nothing more than the fleeting trace of two invisibilities that never fully meet.
Gilles Deleuze might have called it a becoming; Victor Segalen, diversity revealed through friction; an anonymous Arab from Alexandria wrote, centuries ago, that waves are the calligraphy of air upon water. All say the same thing in different words: the wave is ephemeral writing, a phrase dictated by a negation that gives form.
Each wave is all waves, and in that repetition lies its infinite vanishing. Perhaps there is no sea at all, only the persistence of the wind’s murmur. Perhaps reality itself is nothing more than the invisible resistance that gives us contour for a moment, before dissolving us into the sand.
And yet, there remains the suspicion—impossible to prove, futile to refute—that the wind preserves, in some secret realm, all the forms it destroys.”
“The road stretches endlessly before me, and in its stillness settles the weight of an absence—the loss of the Other who once seemed to give meaning to my path. Encounters become fleeting shadows in the sand of time, and my mind wanders, tinged with melancholy, around that absence.”
“…at the heart of this struggle against meaninglessness lies a silent rebellion: the insistence on seeking, despite the void, a closeness that transcends mere contact. And so, the landscape of travel and urban monotony merge into a single tableau, where the echo of the Other becomes the essence of an existence that, in its apparent futility, refuses to surrender to oblivion.”
"At first, it unsettles. Then, slowly, another kind of attention emerges. Not knowing becomes a livable state.
Camus might have recognized in this uncertainty a version of the absurd: moving forward without guarantees, without the promise of ultimate meaning. Yet far from paralyzing, this lack of control sharpens the senses. The mind stops imposing and begins to listen. The body learns before words do.”
“(...) And for an instant—so brief it was almost impossible—they understood something that Jorge Luis Borges may have already intuited: that all journeys, even the longest ones, are nothing more than attempts to return to a lost ritual of childhood. And that perhaps true disorientation does not occur on maps, but in time.”