There are days when one understands oneself as a whole. Then there are days when that everything is fragmented. The human is filled and emptied in a cycle that I do not understand. Emotional events that deform the being until they do not recognize themselves, and that of the mirror that is not, but that I see through others, in ephemeral moments of introspection. Compiled humans, humans talking about me, something they do not say, but they mean. It's okay to go out and find yourself out there, where I'm not. Idealized humans in my mind. Humans that somehow generate something in me. Many scenes that, when translated, evoke what I forgot and what was new about me.