Everything is fast, the process is fast, we will need to slow down and stop on the shoulder... I joke, I joke... Sometimes the live page on the internet ends up becoming a piece of paper, a roll of paper, a large notebook of public notes, which may or may not evaporate forever. I don't know what else to say, it turns out that sometimes the words simply spring from my brain in insanely organized synaptic explosions, and travel throughout my body, vibrating, electrifying my veins, flowing and flowing, and flowing through my entire body, and sparking through my eyes glued to the paper, or to the computer screen, at the same time that these electrical impulses travel until they spill out through the tips of my sparkling fingers, like electric juice, entering the computer through the keyboard keys, and falling here on the computer screen like drops of ink dripping onto the paper. 🔥🔥🔥

Hello past... I had no idea what was waiting for me behind the curtains... would it be possible to predict the future? Could the inevitable be avoided? Yes? Lost innocence, that time does not bring me any nostalgia. Illusion: The beauty of a photograph, capable of reinventing ugliness and transforming pain into pleasure, terror into magic.