One has raspberry scented glitter in her hair, the other one is blackened to the toes, they're plunged in a soap bubble room. "I was wrong again, you know? It's that... the people... how can they? What's all this craving, all this exposing, all this tampering with things to see themselves in a better light? They take in only the words they find comfortable, they make them more, they change the meaning simply by pointing a finger, they sell other people stuff as their own creations... do you know what scares me? Is that I am close to that world, I've been so close doing that too..." "Can't you hear those who say *you were right* or those who tried to stop you?" "Sadly I've never payed attention to other people's opinion... even when they were right" "Then you're different" "Sometimes I just wish I could go far away, you know? Change a lot, change often... like now, I'd like to close the doors... but unless I crash against changing all I'm getting is distorted signal... I accepted to