The fantasy of my own relic.
I advance masked. So do you.
Can you see me?
Alienation of the gaze, contemporary pathologies,
Joyful jubilations to the rhythm of a death wish.
I could accuse the others of this plaster mask with iron will,
I could say that I was forced to do it,
I could say I wasn't like that before,
The mask did not fall off,
White powder in water.
Be careful, we'll end up seeing you...