The French word for butterfly, papillon, symbolizes freedom, while a butterfly specimen is something made by human hands. Even if it lasts forever, it is only a confinement like a cross left to gather dust. Kites, sunsets, roses, boys, and eyes: after countless collisions of fragments, or along the parallel paths of planets, a butterfly effect that explodes simply to let us meet… (The later chapters have no central plot and are mostly short stories.)
