Dreams are manifestations of identities.

The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth.

We want to decipher skies and paintings, go behind these starry backgrounds or these painted canvases and, like kids trying to find a gap in a fence, try to look through the cracks in the world.

I want to get out of here means I want to be innocent.

What other knowledge will my solitude and muteness bring? What other worlds?