EDITORIAL

Abstract

We set out to draw margins where we could camp between the Philosophy and Literature. That is why we ventured into a group philosophical exercise: rehearsing ourselves without a previously established goal. A tiny room, opaque colors and its strident boards where our steps slide. An evening infusion between ashes and slight columns of cigarette smoke, together with the echo of a grandstand blowing up a superclassic, made up the painting, our kitchen of meaning. These fortuitous events were from where the lines of this editorial intersected. Perhaps the first challenge in starting to write an editorial is to be able to delimit or delimit the extension of something that surrounds us, of something that is plotted in a vast sea of ​​words and that engenders unease when we try to hurt the blank page to explain , signs through, the what and the how of that sea.