Right in the hollow of my mind, where the darkness loomed a prison was built. Its purpose was to capture and torture. In this prison, prisoners were in chains and their chance of escape was slim.

The majority of the inmates had served their time and walked to freedom through the open gate. Others were not so lucky, they remain locked up, they served time with no numbers.

Every time my feeling was touched, an arrest took place. I played a victim card. I was the one who hurt the most. The one whose right was infringed. The victim whose wound never healed. However, the space of this prison was minute, it wasn’t big enough for the number of daily arrests.