A friend of mine wrote a poem a while ago and I made this drawing for her, basing on that poem. Here I attach an english version of it for you to read ;) The swiftness of your isolation is impressive. Burdened with sadness and disapointments you went from the country to the desert, where my eyes recognized from afar your body blending with the vibration of the ascending heat, and you began to move with the vapor as a flame of your own hell. Standing on the brink of the abyss, where I witness the horizon, where the mirages won't let you see that one step makes you go far down. And you hit your woulds against the bare rocks till you taste the pain of your numbed mind, without desire for reality. Nevertheless your subconcious absorbs it all to store inside yourself the irrational pain that yourself created. That's why you ask without reason. Your counciousness has witnessed the main cause and that's why it only feels the secondary effect, twice as strong, of the archives lost in your mind. (Keep in mind the translation doesn't make it justice).