The inner landscapes. There is no eyewitness for them; we search in deep darkness. We find images, which we detach deceitfully from the environment and we pretend they belong to us. We are proud if we think we have succeeded. We show our photographs to others, so different and so similar to us. We attempt to guide these others through our secret passages, to visit the abandoned mines, the secret beaches, the melting lava, the sea monsters, the mermaids, the floating rocks. We invite them to become eyewitnesses. But they will deviate, they will explore different paths, and they will discover their own images, so different and so similar to ours.