“Falling between walls, imposing the disease. The carrion system that regurgitates its ego gifts. The speed that does not allow us to see anything. I have wanted to be rust that softens the rigid. I have blasphemed against frivolity and I have been part of it; what I have not managed to do is lie to myself. In the vertigo of the battle, not the fight to survive appears, but the patience to tear off, one by one, every vestige of what distances us from each other. Let’s become gravel, rubble, formless matter that becomes a horizon to discover the moldable force that is sculpted while it happens.”