Promising words can become emotional scalpels and soulcrushing saws. Creating a puzzle from the elements that once made up a complete object. Leaving only a proud naked fragile skeleton. The intercostal zones of which are increasingly filled with emptiness with every second that will fight and repel anything that dares to take its place again. Exclamations, familiar silhouettes, things with which I have lived my whole life, now they are scattered around and mostly represent memories, fear of putting them back in their places and not understanding how to do it and what this puzzle will look like in the new final version.