We are a lake too big for the oceanbound to an island no border divideslone monks exiled in languid devotionskinny-dipping in subservient tides"An exercise in awe-struck contemplation during crepuscular times, Cosmic Grapes catapults us into a familiar atmosphere that is discreetly askew.Casting a quizzical eye upon a universe where humans are gods commanding machines that never sleep, Nuno Ricardo distills limitless digital possibility into analogue faith in the power of words.On the screen as on the page, nothing is ever what it reads like.