"A jogging Dupuy runs around and sometimes through the stories of the misfit characters that haunt him: a self-amputating dog, a left bank artist in search of emptiness, an art-collecting duck, Lucha Libre wrestlers, and a group of single guys at the watering hole imagined as the anthropomorphic "forest friends". Heart pumping, gaze turned inward, the ground occasionally giving way beneath his feet, this alter ego concludes that sometimes you need to cross the line to figure out where it is"--Page 4 of cover.
