Testo: Meanwhile. Choice. Ego.

A cold friday morning I was sit on my desk, the sound of radiator confuses my head, I ask me I don?t know where have I been? I watch my reflection over the screen The shadow fades over my skin as I simply touch this flat screen searching rounded shapes in a pixel sea. Nothing sorrounds me, I wait in silence while this outline stares at me, everytime I look into these eyes behind the squared black.