Chapter I
I feel that the world around me is getting smaller and smaller, every minute it squeezes more and becomes more colorful, so colorful that it is hard to believe, so colorful that it hurts my eyes, so colorful that it seems false.
But how can I judge? If I'm just a shadow that grows more and more every second and at the same time fades among so much color. I am just the shape of my shadow, the shape of my past, although I hardly remember it anymore, I think that at some point my shadow will grow so much that I will be able to touch the moon with my hands, or even the sun... that would be great, it really would be.
I have been rambling for a long time, talking only inside myself, that I had not noticed that girl, that little girl in a pink dress who does not stop looking at me... I wonder what she is thinking of me, it almost seems that she could see beyond this darkness.
Joel Astor (MADJOE)
2022
