For a long time I feel Antarctica. Possibly eternally but for how long. 

Hidden truths are always staying unknown in order to keep your pupils wide, in order to keep a secret white snow, in order to expand the forbidden trail of that sun, in order to know how it smells. Bitch walk in Antarctica! (不允许). The essence to hide everywhere and not to be found; not found, no funding, no fonding. 

Hope of not seeing you here without fail, I’m not hiding- come and see- I’m killing myself in Antarctica. Desirable exit point from the image, the grasp of the present moment is possible when you are being allowed in Antarctica. Unknown truth speak for itself, Antarctica doesn’t say a word. I asked you: «How do you imagine this? I don’t know Antarctica but I woke up next to it’s forehead.