Statement:

Whispers of the wind, dim corners, trapped in a foggy dream, suspended in distress,

Achaotic spectacle of denial and confusion, whose star is chewing up the dream he once had.///

How can he perform this role excellently, while his only audience is his own reflection in the dark?

By what encouragement is he assured to go on, when there has never been a promise of relief from this sewage of reality?

He departs into the nowhere of life, painting a perfect self-portrait in his illusive horizon, for years or even a fleeting moment...