The Argentinean writer Borges once observed that the imminence of a revelation which does not occur is, perhaps, the aesthetic phenomenon.' Terrace is a book of short-stories and short-films in verse, told through oblique glances, hints and understatements, landscapes and lists, ekphrasis and myth, cut-ups and haiku. It is a book about the meanings of perfume, light and color, of exploring the world in a series of striking images, and juxtaposing them in unexpected ways to reveal at the end the bigger picture' that was always there - only hidden.