In search of hiding places I find myself in that moment of rage, avoiding light and seeking shadow. That rage that comes from all the actions you want to do in a single second, and you do so, but mentally. That rage that makes you shifting gears really fast, holding tight that fine black leather, powering up that blissful sound of the joined effort of a thousand Gods, boosting your adrenaline rush to another level. Visualize the next move, the next touch, do so and don’t hesitate, don’t be confused, it’s not a fantasy; it’s yours to have it, own it! That bad killer look will inevitably stay in your brain like a screensaver, sliding and changing position, always in movement, faster and faster, bringing you to the point of addiction.