first drop of the serie stop fakin sense.
please stop, stop faking sense.
could you stop summoning chillhood's ghosts, digging and seeking on empty places, floating in a imaginary cosmos?
“I would like to write you so simply, so simply, so simply. Without having anything ever catch the eye, excepting yours alone, ... so that above all the language remains self-evidently secret, as if it were being invented at every step, and as if it were burning immediately” -Jacques Derrida.