Grains of pink sand in my hand slide, I drink the crimson ink from the land of love… Girls descending from the sky in an ocean of light have touched my naked skin… It’s late, too late ; ’m falling back into the void. Some distant sounds are vanishing in the air, a drilling noise leading me back into my grave. The fall of my body means the rising of my cage. How long shall we wait in this cold rain now ? Images of human beings in red and blue are still dancing around my head. I see them speak and look at me but in the end silence is complete. Silence is perfect ; I’m no longer trying to fight…