By Josué Vargas (a.k.a Kid-B) Sometimes it feels like, I’m but a channel, not an actor in the play, not a protagonist nor antagonist,
but more like a place, a hallway, or a passage…
Yes, a living hallway, a witness collecting sights,
footprints, conversations, emotions. Those who passed through me left a drop of their own
joy, their own sadness, and their own hopes and despairs. I’m but a witness, a silent witness, unnoticed,
and they let their guard down in front of me,