The first encounter I had with the abyss, was arriving to a place that does not exist, a point suspended in time where I am without being. An unreal world expands in front of me, everything here is stripped of identity; it’s a void with volumes and textures in which I transit. The abyss is not aggressive, it is not violent, and it is not tangible, but it exists: “Is the abyss no more than an expedient annihilation? It would not be difficult for me to read the abyss, not as a repose, but as an emotion. I mask my mourning by an evasion; I dilute myself, I swoon in order to escape that density, that clogging which makes me into a responsible subject: I come out: it is ecstasy.”