For Forgetfulness is a labyrinth. A labyrinth in which friendship, death, and love cross paths. It is also the story of lost children looking for the way home, or going in the opposite direction, following the trail of bread crumbs literature leaves behind. And it is the unwritten book about one of those authors who devour us, Roberto Bolaño – about how his poetry and novels take us to a place very far from where we started. A place we will most likely never return from, because some paths cannot be retraced: the death of a friend, a visit to hell, a journey in the footsteps of poets long vanished, or the search, as Bolaño himself said, for lost youth and love.