... I Who is the silluette in the mirror? Feeling my existential obesity as a colossal culmination of perceptions, feelings and decisions. A collection of constructed generalisations considered and dictated by the masses. Bearing in these terms the fatalism of the past, which extends unstoppable its ranks throughout the eternal movement of time into the future. But all mirrors put aside, the dominant mirrors of time put aside, the past and the future put aside: I am someone, an infinite small point of eternal existence called presence. I am pure moving perception, fleeing and figuring out the paradoxical fogs of memory and imagination. First and foremost, I am perspective without a face.