A story, as a phenomenon, does not follow a single trajectory, but attempts, with its modest means, to explore all possible trajectories, some contributing more than others. Order, if order there is, does not reside in the path itself, but in the rule that would allow them to be added together… or in what might resemble such a rule… failing that, an assembling.

The Earth’s crust moves slowly and reveals slight fissures before sudden, impressive fractures open. Unpredictably, temperature varies. These variations generate waves that rise to the surface and inscribe there a continuous agitation. Labyrinths of the abyss, the ocean depths are transformed. The rock, heated white-hot, rises in jerks. It comes into contact with the dense water.