divided and locked away. each time they go harder on us. each time we resist. or do we? whenever i start feeling a little bit like sheep, i go out. especially, when this white magic doesn't stay for very long where i live. alone in a cruel city consumed by the white noise and artificial emptiness. and yet there is so much beauty around. even in times like these. breathe in, breathe out. feel the snow melting on your nose and lips... find a way to enjoy small things when everything else is falling apart. stay strong. go into the pitch white together with me...