I went to this exhibition - white tall cement walls talking about the fertility and humanity of nature. I step into a tinfoil coated room surrounded by voices, one voice really, but I know their multitude. Next to a woman on the screen talking about a decaying status quo based on the narcissistic western worshipper - I see an installation of black - a robot - and it says: talk to me. I think about what to say. Whisper Hola and hello - thinking it might not understand my language - the robot displays an error message, in German, and demands me to speak louder if I want to be heard. My muscles hurt. Dragging through the gray godforsaken floor, that is ceiling for imagination and the only thing tripping into my head is / STOP / I stand so close. Determined to speak. I am held imprisoned by the building around, within growing flesh of cells I shall not be holding. / stop. I stare still-standingly in agonizing emptiness, fulfilled by a future that never arrived and a past that is leading me - gray - I step out.