When night becomes day, and cities become prisons, and farmers become masons, and lovers become soldiers, and gods become demons, and guns become pastries, and intuitions become diseases, and as words lose meaning, then which truth can guide? The one you see in the daylight with eyes wide open or the one possible to only see in pitch darkness? What conversation begins when everything has been said, and with whom? What is it that lies beyond when all arguments are over? Which fact, which fantasy becomes the plumb line that gets dropped into the infinity of our bottomless well?
One day, an old professor disappeared. It was unexpected, he was at the peak of his career, a famous mathematician. There was no clear reason why and no clue about where he went. A thousand speculations exploded. Everyone had a point of view. Why did the man leave? Some said it was a financial matter, others condemned him to the scandal of a lost love. A sleight of mind, a passionate deception, did someone steal his confidence?