sometimes i don't know why i'm here, why did i choose to be in this spaceship, in this dark journey through open deep and black space... i pretend to know the tools to not to think, to just be here.
the need of becoming crazy, of literaly forget about things, people, places, duty, earth. We wish we lost out minds, me and the ship, her navigation maps, sensors, self protection, shields.
perder el control no esta dentro de lo permitido, no es una opción, prohibido, this is just a road trip, in order to have a returning point, we need to keep some kind of shape.
we need to become crazy, deaf, stop earing the alarms, the beeps, the pop up messages, the screams for help..