“The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man.” — George Bernard Shaw

Finding myself spiritually somewhere between the gutter and my house’s door, breathing heavily like a drunk after drowning, I realized that there was something missing… a void that I would find out later that can be filled with anything. People fill it with love, work, drugs, gambling and even others. And by looking at those hollow souls surrounding my searching for answers, a noiseless moment in the capital night brought me a sense of individuality and presence of myself. This spiritual coelom wasn't an actual urge to find out what I would choose to fill it in with and become in the near future, it was just my mind, perceiving that there isn't a true need of a filling substance. All of this despair was the reflection of the actual tragedy of humanity: the lost and doomed sons of our ignorant generation whose arrogant certainty of their lie stands in the front leading the crowd to a premature death. Few really choose. And I choose to survive.— 2011