Deep breaths take up far more space than silence. Each inhale fuels the fire to keep my lungs light and my worries at bay. With my eyes closed, there is no sign of the existence of timelines introducing me to a limitless space. The air feels colder as the minutes pass and the wind gently caresses my face. It is nice to feel the senses rule. Here, I stare off at the communication made up of feedback loops creating images of fractals within the darkness of my closed lids. Sometimes my eyes gaze up close and I see patterns and can roughly trace random objects. All somehow related but can’t be traced back to an origin. Most sights are based on the movement of shapes and colours blurring and merging together.