The variations are so many, so many .... that they are endless. Everithing is fake, l want to talk about sensations. About senses wich l only understand and the others have to think over.
Mental aesthetic, extrem equilibrium, measures of time wich create an unknown schema.
l talk from the outside to the inside, from what l see to what l percive, from that wich has been given, to what i understand.
Mood landscapes.