Among the few houses left of the ruined castle, I came across a small room with a gray floor littered with burnt rubbish. The people of the village spoke of the negligence of the heirs of this abandoned castle and sought to preserve it, and I thought of their contradictory lives, of the unequal confrontations of the people, as if unintentionally thinking of each other only for their own benefit, according to an external judgment. In this unsuccessful fight, the collapsed bricks were laid next to the gray rubbish to the threshold of the room. May their memory and presence remain constant like a carpet in the midst of oblivion and nothingness. The bricks were engraved with letters in alphabetical order so that they needed to be deciphered to read them like a border of darkness and light.

 The letters written on the bricks are as follows: 701/320/221/54/39/921/1281