The world, as I knew it, suddenly stopped. In this time lassitude orbits in an almost spectral universe. I resist inside to fight an ethereal and vaporous adversary. The tremor that this transformation conceives prompts me to deliberate on the cosmos that unfolds unraveled. I take a deep breath, conquer the rush, and pause. I try to link a new correspondence with my context. I contemplate the fragments of an instant and reflect, what do I really want to conceive with the space offered in this world?