It all started in a hole. A dark, narrow place. I spent my entire life being hidden in there, listening, without being seen and without seeing a thing. The voices haunted me. How many I heard... all different. Gradually I got an idea of the world, of its features. In the dark you can invent anything, every sound was a new thing for me, a clue to fantasize about. But other one's voices are no longer enough. I need to be seen, and my thoughts to become real. How strange it is to see the world after spending so much time imagining it. Everything is alive, breathing. Even this floor. The light confuses me, but I feel the words begin to flow. Tonight I will stay awake. Every sentence will be accompanied by a movement, like a dance, like an automatic drawing. I want to talk. I have many things to say, because I hear everything. I don't want to worry about order, or be in a hurry, it's full of people waiting for the night.