This essay takes place in a post office queue. Waiting expected for a while. After exchanging a few words with the man in front of him, Adrià Pujol Cruells begins to speculate: What happens when we start thinking about language, this kind of tool that makes us human and with which we explain the world to ourselves; that type of mental prison from which we cannot escape, but which helps us to say the word freedom, which is as essential for writing literature as it is for writing the shopping list; this invention that allows languages, jargons, harangues and declarations of love?
Sharp and with a sometimes hilarious sense of humor, the author's reflections (pointing both to himself and to others) are deliberately provocative to bring language and literary production to the center of a disquisition that wants to be free and unfettered.
Speculations on language and literature.