And I continue walking ... "I take refuge in my masks. Which may well be white, as kabuki ones or multicolor as a decadent carnival confetti in his mouth and people rejoicing by decree, drunk by anything, despite its alcohol. I take refuge in my masks, taking refuge of my most hidden fears, of my denied fears. I stop suddenly. Everywhere, people was watching other people. Are they investigating them? Investigating what? Souls? Souls detectives, maybe. Lost Souls. Redeemed souls. Redeemed? For whom? Lost? Redeemed for what? Faces faceless. Barely grimacing face...
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