Your eyes and hands as your only traveling companions, a heartbeat, a surprised look, a continuous vibration from the sky to your skin. Was it not in the most total abstraction of your thoughts that I appeared to you? A disturbing truth about your unexplained condition. A delirious mirage on the feverish dunes, a burned epidermis, scanty tears on impoverished cheeks. No one survives the desert if they cannot shelter within themselves from the aridity of the world. A look deep within will always be worth more than an uncontrollable reflection in an abstract mirror. It is by accusing life that you establish it within you.