I know only that I saw this white thing and that as I moved towards it it seemed to be a console festooned with colorful electric cables there was a voice coming from it and initially I just wanted to understand what the voice was saying then I took a step towards it it looked like a computer from the past or the future there was a screen showing pictures and when I tried to connect one of the cables to the kind of electric control panel packed with sockets a new image formed on the screen and when I disconnected them all the screen went black with no image I didn’t understand it all I don’t know whether it was telling a story or whether I was projecting but all I know and all I can say is that a film was being made by my own hands like a dream in the head seeming to obey some obscure indeterminate logic in which voices music images are woven and unwoven the thing seemed overwhelming the voice appeared to speak from some ruins from time immemorial it talked about our most immediate and current contemporary situation but also about civilisations consigned to the oblivion of the history of men and of nations long vanished from all geography about how a city grew up from the mud in the middle of a moor I had the feeling of a trickle of water flowing uninterrupted like a brook whose course accelerates or slows down I let myself be borne away by the current because I didn’t sense the danger of drowning