When I was 13, I planned to have the word "freedom" tattooed all over my body in each one of the world's languages . Later on, I realized I was at risk of finding myself symbolically imprisoned within the confines of my own freedom- just like every other supposedly free person on this planet.

Since then, I've come to accept the impossibility of total disengagement, the trap latent in the fantasy of independence, the slavery underlying ambitious declarations of liberty. I play games with my expectations, I live on sunshine and see-through dreams, I waste my energy on obsessions born purely out of an insatiable need for acceptance, I sell my soul in exchange for cheap imitations of attachment, and life goes on, or it seems to go...