I am infected… with me, with her, but most of the limited time with you… my sweet wicked game that we call life, I must take over the non-governance that shapes me now more than ever.

I need several containers for my feelings, my projects, my solitary ideas. I need to separate the entire mix, this protein shake of political correctness and corporate-driven convictions towards the ideal depicted self, protected and safe from both above and below.

I am growing inside me, I am present, part of a big group. Always present, always connected. I want several layers of attention, I want to expand exponentially, to invade your world, your ideas, your silence. I want to be noticed, to reach that impossible limit. It is all about me or nothing, I do not want at this moment to embrace any micron from your heart, your aspirations or desire to run.

I want it all now since my time is ending, my selfish time turned against me, the healthy instance, with my head stuck in that cloud of silence.