Your door got padlock while you are only dreaming with getting outside, creating holes that get you there by any means. But suddenly the walls crumble as in a cube from cartoons… And in the middle of that field with no horizon you no longer know which way to go, as everything is passable and nothing is a path.

Stock Clearing, Marcos Lorenzo. Eidos Collection, number 3, Letters, Arts and Ideas Diffuser, 2005.