Sel Souris is a small island two hours off the coast of Gibraltar. You've never been there. Almost nobody has, except for the geniuses and leftovers and madmen who defined outsider culture in the twentieth century. Souria is a collection of two stories of the island, of the interface there with something rich and strange, a thing that we can only see reflected in shadows, in hints, or reflected in the eyes of mad outsiders. In Sel Souris, the veil between what is real and what is imagined is so thin that it may not exist at all.