“A man dreams every night of a world covered in water. He wonders about the origin of the dream. He thinks its main inspiration was a program he heard on the radio long ago, about a man who went out hunting.” The tradition of fishing continues to exist. A small boat crosses the sea on yet another day of work, while, amid the mists of a mirror-like body of water, a lone fisherman catches a single fish. Written sentences are forgotten, but the surroundings are still remembered. Word becomes confused with image, memory becomes confused with dream, beginning becomes confused with end.
