usually happens at certain times (to me this happening very often), one "not" present. Personal existence is reduced to a mere shadow ghost, who does not receive anything. That does not answer anything. Just walk. No stops. Do not know where it goes. He does not care if it rains or if it cleared. Neither the lights were fixed. Thanks to some divine mercy, save unharmed these multiple machines that crowd the capital. Just want to escape. The university as temporary refuge, but soon gets bored of makeshift hiding place and begins to walk. The truth that the only thing that motivates him to be in those pastures, is that right around the corner, easy drinking rich coffee machine. Just platitudes and fleeting happiness. But hey, it's better than being caged. But the cages and shackles are business entities. Collude and usually arrive in droves. Wait for the Phantom to stop and Pafff!, He is caught. The poor spectrum, without arms or courage to confront, give up your gruesome attack and is reduced to a tiny molecule.
