I spent some time here, working in silence, in the night with storm and animals around the house I thought very much about this
book from Mario Vargas Llosa and this painting from Gauguin Manao Tupapau. I thought about Gauguin's last moments of
conscientiousness described in this novel, when everybody thinks his dead, but he perceived very clear the animals and sounds of
nature around him, like he would come back slowly to them.