De semanas surrealistas y otros intentos de continuar en esto. Those early hours filled by silence and absence of motion are mainly the core that push my day through all the rest of hours. Abscess of stimulation from the world around me makes so much good to my mind, allowing a free flow without and specific path to follow, without a route traced back to the chaotic environment we are living in. And that feels great. Such a deeper breath. Chasing foreign lights without return. Then suddenly time marks the point of start. And so it is.