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I’m feeling like I did in my 1st year when I joined the hostel. Nobody to agree or even explain to me what had happened those past years. I had to rise and shine without anything around anymore, except the weekly visits to some place I didn’t know anymore. It was becoming better. I was becoming better. New people who could still see that I was a ‘psycho’. I believed, believed that I should try not to think in terms of right or wrong, rather, think in terms of what I need to hear, what I need to know. Again, the Matrix never forgotten. Clues I take from every experience that passes my way.

I look at photos of people closest to me. I feel like going on a memory trip, phantasmagorical thoughts. Like my dreams when I sleep.