What does it mean for our minds, our bodies to live within the limits imposed by a pandemic, where the freedom to move in its most complete form, from an embrace to geographical journeys of any type are denied to us?

Where will all these unexpressed and only imagined actions end up?
Dreams are therefore our ultimate free space, where we can let off steam and realise all these gestures which we don’t know where to put today.

This short story, an account of a normal day closed inside the four walls of home, is inspired by the reflections arising from the project Sous la Plage² (Below the Beach) which was set up during the first lockdown with the intent to transfer all the aspects of life denied during these uncertain days into the dream dimension. 

A: Where are you?

S: On the wooden bench, the second you see when you take the pebble road which goes down to the small beach which you like where that one time a lady was eating a mortadella sandwich and you wanted one too – I’m on that bench the one near the agave plant which you mistook for an aloe plant, I’ve got our red canoe, I’ve started the book and I don’t think we need anything else. 

A: I’ll bring the paddle, see you there.