Floating walls, symmetries, empty points, links and bonds. Reality is a whirlwind of colors, it seems like one while it is a multitude of meaningful vibrations. This diaphragm will enlarge, we want to help it, we want this pocket kaleidoscope to become gigantic.
Identity, which should serve as private refuge against the world’s indifference, periodically transforms into a weapon of war, and history proceeds in cycles where this metamorphosis repeats with minimal variations …
