A visit to the other farm, four walls erected in the wilderness. Haunting must be the nights.

The farm as an over-simplified, self-sufficient world, reduced to a few familiar images, overcharged with meaning, like icons: the towering windmill that screeches when the wind blows, the inside of the large kitchen, glowing like a candle; a simple world that is an infinity nonetheless.

le bronze des lumières: la patine des souvenirs.

(JM et le front généreux de sa famille)

JM s'embourbe dans l'angoisse d'une menace sourde. Celle des insectes, des serpents et des pantheres.

Back to the farm. Matteo mentions it as 'Peter Pan's farm'.