Continuum.No station here.

No linearity. No continuity. Just memories, flashes, glimpses. Chains. Every seconds of life contains an exploding chaos. Nothing. Why do we build walls, enclosures, nets, barbed wires around us? Why do we build huge castles, resistant houses, safe cages? In order to try to put in a cold death place our inner part. A safe cage for the pitiless monster who lives feeding himself with our desperation. There is no seep for your blinded eyes, traveler of life, there is no recovery for your tired soul, no resurrection for your mind fulfilled of horror. Your walls cannot resist.