Focus the camera on yourself. Zoom in. Zoom out. Blame the moon, the universe is not dressed by your taste. 400 years later you would still burn Galileo. And the stars? Laughing. Whispering. Grain of salt, where are you? In the ocean, in the jellyfish. In the tear behind you face. Zoom out. Zoom out. Zoom out. Voices in your head erode your face. Your fears. Your ego. Your truth. Evaporating. Tear is grain of salt is rainbow. Zoom in. Zoom in. Zoom in.