Minted on Feb 17, 2022
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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, 
It dissolves,
White powder in water.
Be careful, we'll end up seeing you...