We don't draw the lines. They already exist. They guide us, and then worlds emerge. When you write, isn't it as if your lines, the words, are appearing on their own? As if you're just being led? The world can be a castle. Just a castle. The lines do that. They shape, create new worlds. You can smell the castles you describe, can't you? As if it were palpable. Sometimes, I think it's not just imagination. Because these lines or words, besides showing new worlds, whisper truths. The castles, the worlds, are disappearing here.

Because here the shadows are much more visible. Shadows are in castles, but they don't build them. Lines build. The same applies to worlds.

It's like reading a book. You can just read. Or interpret.

It was ugly, like what they all did to me. And they did to me what I wouldn't do to anyone.