Don't be me out of overzealousness. Martyr of a hidden but very sharp narcissism that castrates the attempt to be, whatever. Project of me without me. Living with true humility and love on the ruins of a perpetual post-ego dynamited on a whim and by system. Not being so much something in particular as the provisional result invested with and by anxieties, real and very diverse, short-circuiting one with the other. Chimeric tenant of a rare hiatus lost between multiple intensities with highly polarized intentions.