We miss Mikelats Hates. He is believed to have been born 306 years ago on Mount Anbok. Mari has a grandmother, Father Mikelats. He didn't come to save the world. But to bring out our cruelest perversions, our most corrupt rages, and our most selfish desires from the darkest and most hidden corners of our souls. The square, the column, the circle remind us of the shapes that we can perceive in the people or situations that we see every day in the collection of poems. Words make up our lives. Because the words lead us later. To failure or to paradise. Pleasure and punishment. From birth to death. For Mikelats Hater, our relationships with humans and places form squares. The places are the sides of the squares; the people, on the contrary, are the vertices.