"Thus, with the bowl notebook and the camera as a spear, hero of my own story, I face the long hours of the day like a dismounted Don Quixote."
Dávila shoots photographs bent on catching the world in the rectangle of his viewer, while he saves from the wind words and flawless ramblings that he transcribes in his notebooks. In this way he builds this treatise on photography, a planetary pandemic that has caused, in the author's opinion, the overpopulation of visual artists, "a parasitic family with a very wide spectrum, in which, it is inevitable, I must include myself." Through this kaleidoscope of notes and photographs without an owner, a mixture of a free essay and a personal chronicle, we see the ghosts of Dávila parading, and his most personal obsessions and obsessions.
Trapped in a labyrinth with no way out, with the author hidden in the shadows, the ghost of Remo Vilado, Schopenhauer, the photographer Nadar, Houdini, the Emperor Augustus, SpongeBob, the housekeeper Eloísa, Lucrecio, the moon itself appear and disappear. or holy Job.