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 poet's shoulder as the town triggers the imagination, the friendship is re-opened, the poet's selfhood is explored and illuminated. The "dreams" turn up unexpectedly (as dreams do) among the letters, their haunting images give further depth to the poet's exploration. Are we overhearing them? Who is the "you" that dreams?