Believe there is some sort of unique power within the dream of perfection for each one of us. A perfect sharing, a perfect love that can suck one in. Empowered as loneliness, it seems like a black hole of oblivion and we must be cautious for depression is lurking at the bottomless abyss. When sharing it, it is falling in love (and nothing else matters, not even the possibility that it is a bottomless abyss for suddenly it is the infinite euphoria that is at the core of heart dreams). In between, it is a strange and apparently impossible dream.