Nothing is the same anymore. Looking for yourself around the high ways, rescheduling your life disasters and planning their annual repetitions, driving alone in the middle of the night, getting drunk by your own misery, realising how lonely you feel among others and how crowded your head gets when is left alone with the rest of the body in the corner of loneliness, awaiting a bloody death who always postpones his duty.. Symptoms of a fake life pretending existence and misleading you to the highways of emptiness. Nothing is the same. You are not the same as you was. At the contrary,everyone else is so predictable and dull ; you just cannot tolerate their immobility. It seems that the only thing going on is you. No, is not your turn yet to come out from the backstage and claim the glory of being someone else. Your duty is an endlessly rehearsal and by no means are you ever to be a good actor. You try on fake personalities, you put on multicolour glasses, you move your head to change perspectives but everything remains dull and predictable. You feel different but the very moment you feel proud of being a “rare avis” personality, a mirror stands just in front of you and you realize that you are just a dull part of the whole picture. Your everyday life proves it, your stupid concerns TOO.