There is no need to go to Cape Horn to find the end of the world or the limits of self and to be alongside others. In fact all you need to do is to be next to the quay.
There is no need to name this town that is itself at the very limit of its past, future and present. This town is worn out from being continually at the edge of things.
There is no need to describe it or paint it or go into detail about its decor. For a brief moment in time the air in this town breathes life into five characters looking for fame.
“I rather enjoyed finding myself inside a tugboat straining and heaving in an Atlantic port and in a world of metal and water where there was no nostalgia, no writers and no Mozart fans.” Arthur Keelt