It's what you carry within us. Shred our selves, it's everywhere, in our walking, in our listening, in the way how we perceive flavor. In what we do and what we should do. How do we do that and for whom. It is not wrong to be proud of yourself and a take care of yourself little bit selfish. You will find a place and things, plots and people, where you are by your own and even then nothing is important. Suddenly you know what you want for yourself and you try to get it .... This welcome you at another piece of my complicated self that was found. Found in the piano studio and strings sound, found under the statue of Sir Henry with dirty hands from charcoal. Found in the street full of people, in the street where the white clown shines and resists wind. Found itself and wants to stay like that. And why here and now? Because there is no one with me. This is why it is born from selfishness - just take care of your self.