K has been left in a wheelchair, but that doesn't stop him from spending his summer evenings snorting and smoking weed with his friends. It all fades into a gentle uncontrolled blur until he starts to see creatures he calls voltigeurs, as in the Typhonian tradition. What's happening to his brain? How will the summer end?"What kind of gods does my rural landscape evoke? And my chemistry?""We got together with people from Alcarràs and, well, half meter speed lines. A gram lasted them for minutes. And all with perfect endurance, mixed with this and that. The second day instead of breakfast I stopped taking my medicine and I swallowed a great morning. Everything had been perfect for me and my new rural friends".