Put my head in my hands, I make a physical connection with myself. I remove my hands and my head falls off. I bend down, to pick it up, and I lose the sense of the reach between the hand and foot difference. Collapsed, the rest of me falls over. My spilt shape runs away uncollected river to an impermeable ground, and falls off later edge to an unselective ocean.
Ossídio Gaspar 1 Minute