We are here, we are there, we are everywhere at the same time, we jump, we run, we walk even faster, we choke ourselves with our own words when we speak to make sure there is nothing left to be said, we drink, we go out, we see, we touch other bodies, we modify our own body, we finish off whatever that can be finished off and suddenly everything is over. We suddenly stop our pace. We put the flesh and the thoughts on hold and, only for a moment, silence is the only thing that is real. The excitement, the sharp violence of life are behind us. The smart immobility of what is still to be lived is in front of us. Tell me, if you stared at the unavoidable flow of your future from the sensual confusion of your birth, would you dare to live?We are everywhere at the same time, until we put flesh and thoughts on hold and silence is the only thing that is real.