When a man rides a long time through wild regions he feels the desire for a city. Finally he comes to Isidora, a city where the buildings have spiral walls encrusted spiral screens, where perfect telephones and buses are made, where the foreigner hesitating between two kinds of food always encounters a third, where e-sports degenerate into all-night revelries among the teenagers. He was thinking of all these things when he desired a city. Isidora, therefore, is the city of his dreams: with one difference. The dreamed-of city contained him as a young man; he arrives at Isidora in his old age. In the square there is the wall where the old men sit and watch the young go by; he is seated in a row with them. Desires are already memories.