I never remember names, neither of the people nor of the streets. I don’t forget details though; those who seem a bit useless maybe, but that help you remember what you like. They make me think about books, those books where you can spend amazing hours just like you were looking out a window, without being cold or feeling the arms tingling. Books make me happy, with their drawings so full of details and their words, so full of letters. So I decided to go through that window to try to edit, illustrate and maybe write stories, putting all those words together...