Tangent trip to a bubble.The mystic has got much to do with the fizzy mineral water, the vertical ascending of each bubble at a constant speed, the fossil image that all travellers are looking for, the car engine that neither brakes nor accelerates: the trip is towards the inside. One only stops when the petrol station suits him. A man dreams that someday the white discontinuous line on the turmac, that guides him and separates him from the other edge of the world, disappears, that there is no way forth or back because it is already there, he has already arrived at where space and time circulate time after time in the detailed landscape. Agustín Fernández Mallo, 2007