Despite all my fears, I choose boldness. Despite the shackles, I build hard freedom. I prefer madness to reality, and a pair of crooked wings to the limits of proof and security. And that's who I am. At least that's how I want to be: the one who explodes the point and arches the line, and traces the contour that it itself will break. The Harlequin's mask doesn't just serve to protect him when he peers into life, but it also gives him the space to reinvent it. Forgive me, but I have to tell you... I want delirium!!