What we are afraid of is not leaving.

The flexibility of patience is boundless. Time is a continuation of history, movement is the documentation of its steady monotonous flow. Established connections have the opportunity to disconnect. Do we fall into these tiny cracks? With no web created and no relations with partners - there is no excuse to disconnect. With our sorry souls we forgive but isn't it a blessing we never forget? The mind does wonders but it's no machine. Where have you honestly last seen yourself - is this luck or just a bad dream? Pure instincts and innate treasures - are you who you were born to be? In time we hide our lies, in lies we hide the truth, and in truth we hide ourselves.

We are not afraid of leaving, we are not afraid of experimenting, we are not afraid of lying and definitely not afraid of recording. We win and we lose. We lose too many senselessly precious things that seem to matter but in all mousey honesty we are not afraid of losing anything, any damn thing, anything or anyone at all, except our self.

The woman, the lover, and the self.