Naps and streams, thistles and machines, the roads of the Argentinean coast. Heat. Companions, siblings, grandmothers, parents, lovers, friends. And among all of them, the tacit codes that reveal the character of the links that unite us or the dialogues that permit them and transform them, but that only an author of her talent allows them to be heard when they are read. In Detachment Is a Form of Loving Oneself, Almada reveals all of the original power of her prose.