We are living on a ship together. The other one might be there or not, but surely has black nail polish and dark long hair covering the eyes. Maybe that other is just a hologram, who knows? But surely, it has a twin, because I am looking at them both. There is a corridor and the aura is the one of heavy metal. It surrounds me. Who knows where I am, is any of this really happening?
Holograms keep me company. We are still sitting here and yet I am miles away. And that’s ok. I can be anywhere now, with heavy metal or not.