All those imputations of nihilism, of sarcasm and negativity, of intellectual fraud filtering and dripping through our most

enlightened spirits The most excellent amongst them becoming the best carriers for a bestiality passing through them to strike elsewhere To lose your face but to win back your image- no way to find back the quake, the tremor of terror! The durance of our human lives getting on our nerves as compared to actuality An universe of consensus that is acceptable we not wanting to revolt against its synergy Sworn as we are to our image, our identity our looks and electoral suffrage we have become indifferent for all the rest In a secret despair as it comes to this indifference to built a jealousy for any passion, for any destiny More separated and more inseparable than I, you die.