The rupture can be painless, neither colorless, nor linear, but we definitively delete it. Everything exists when it has been lived through. Ruptures don't blow away anything. Even the unconcious people can't manage to do it. Should we be amnesiac? The rupture is used as an avante-garde without being scared of breaking the routine, the habits, and the marks. We have to face and burn everything to be able to rebuild. And I think of my friend Marin Hollerl, who died in an accident... Somewhere in Austria... That same year I gave life. I think of him everyday, silently. I respect his disappearance. I accept it. And I already miss him.
