I want to rebel, I want to rise up, to go out, to not be restricted. I will strip off my clothes to go out naked. Why should I think of my own interest, my own benefit? Why should I want to have a good time? If I do not walk naked, I will not say what I have. I cannot arbitrarily stop at a random point, to accept life by chance and death by chance.

Dense darkness surrounds me. I cannot see. Uneven shapes that are denied by the touch of my hand. I cannot find the hero. The young man in love at my window seems ridiculous to me. I want to speak with strength so that life can be achieved in my place.

Beloved homeland, only your life can justify my life. High symbols and form require the work. I stand upright. I only distinguish geometric shapes. The cubes of the houses of a city that was overturned as if by an earthquake.

I nudge with my shoulder trying to push away the darkness. I am tired, I am tired. I want a passage not just for myself, a private one. I want to overcome the chance that could provide me with a half-death, that should not be for my whole self.