I need the complicity of thinking and the combination of clarity and torment in it. I need it even more in ugly places or places where ugliness suffocates beauty. But also in the most beautiful of places where beauty around me allows me to alleviate the torment of thinking and take it a step further in an unheard of purity that is all mine before I would like to share it, to bring it out of its enclave. I will think of this most inhuman ugliness when back in beauty again. How complexity relaxes and becomes the easiness of a deep life, almost indifferent to life in that it is life itself.