A vicious circle, a close enemy hardly a friend, a familiar friend. I don't see around, is it dawn or dusk. Through false hopes, a serene curtain falls to the bottom from the sky. Flight to nowhere, into an empty world of abstractions. My reflection distorts space, I'm not here, and not somewhere, and this is not me. These games without rules in my subconscious. The delirium of a mentally ill person who treats a doctor. And I lost a long time ago, and since then I haven't played. After all,...