After a curious encounter with a cat, I decide to climb on the top of a mountain that I had seen earlier, on a straight line from a 44th floor. On a trail hidden by dead leaves, I stumble upon a pyramid. A sign shows me that it is a geodetic point based on a mark on the ground. Strangely, this object becomes my point zero. My line transforms into a circle from which radiate other lines, their junctures creating triangles. At each point of intersection appears the memory of a place, a landscape, an idea, like a fantasized geography where yesterday, today and tomorrow, infinitely meet.