The primal knowledge squeezes me but I am growing rapidly. My body is continuous movements in time, vibrations of light in the dark. Where am I? I am trying to resist my drive but I feel like I am drowning. I need to breathe, another human body to define mine. I am going down, and this falling is my purgatory. Am I dead? I just need to push. Harder. Another push. Another one. And then another one. And another one. To get out. The guilt is pulling me back and I am swinging like a pendulum. With both hands I am embracing my body. I am becoming a fleshly ball. I am rolling and I see the exit. Συνεργασία Τάτη Δουβανά.
