Each letter is written from a specific place that Hugo has made his own (a triggering town as he has called it elsewhere) to a friend a fellow poet an old love. We read over the poets shoulder as the town triggers the imagination the friendship is re-opened the poets selfhood is explored and illuminated. The dreams turn up unexpectedly (as dreams do) among the letters; their haunting images give further depth to the poets exploration. Are we overhearing them? Who is the you that dreams?