Frequencies levelled up. No noise, no sound. There was nothing but space. I was there standing on the brink of emptiness facing your face, pale and scared, while drinking from the feelings well. What was fear but a stop sign on the road? En una urgencia de sacudirme el miedo imaginario, porque difícilmente le tenemos miedo a la realidad, sino que… Continue reading Pero, ¿qué es el miedo?