After a short trip to Japan, Fernanda felt she had to do something with what she saw as she melted into the crowd of Tokio or evaporated in the volcano of Hakone. She came back to Paris and locked herself in the library for a month, reading all kinds of books about Japan, historical, philosophical, haikus from Issa, Empire of Signs of Barthes or testimonies from Marguerite Yourcenar and Chris Marker. Then she wrote and wrote about her trip, where she walked, mixed with Japanese concepts like wabi-sabi, the aesthetic of the asymmetric, what captures the scars with the present, and the scars as the core of beauty in kintsugi, about the territory of Japan growing with every earthquake caused, the legend says, by a huge fish, or about the history of sake while she is drunk in some bar in Tokio.
