I like people. I can look at them for hours. When they do something and when they do nothing at all. Even when they are asleep. Even stillness has motion inside… I look at them and see moulds of all types. Moulds so different to each other. So interesting. All of them. Beautiful ones and the other ones. Especially the other ones. The ones that are “unshapely”, neglected, abused, harassed, old, disappointed, desperate… If I had a superpower, that would be to be invisible. I would sit in a corner and observe you all. Like watching a movie, without pop-corn. I would be looking at you out of curiosity. Pure, primitive, animalistic curiosity. I want to learn about your stories, to see how you are alone and how you are with others. I want to see deep inside you, by looking at your outside. I seek to understand you, attempting to understand myself. And I want to put everything in order. Even others’ lives. Just like the things in my house. Each one of them has its own place in a hopeless effort to arrange my internal chaos. But I am only an ordinary person. With no superpower at all. I cannot fly, I cannot see through walls, I cannot save anyone from “the bad guys”. I only hope to save myself from my dark side…