Ok, this isn' t a nice city. This isn't a nice mounth. This is a mounth of panic. This is a mounth of decay . I know it, but I'm keeping peace. I didn't have a sleep since a week. I didn't have a sleep during the night. I feel amazing in this town, I admire this city and I can't feel myself. I have lost myself between this low houses of this town, among this flat landscape, between my inexpressible new life. Between my inexpressible no-life. I can't find any difference between a dream and reality. I'm convinced that there aren't any difference.