Muhammad Ali

We are ready to move; I don't know from where to where. A pile of stuff everywhere; It is a chaos of broken hearts. Our body is absent, and everything is unstable. The clock stopped ticking, and the eyes cannot realize what they see. The only thing to hold is vague memories wrapping the stuff.

I do not know where I/we will end up.

What you will see here does not need to be about my history or my pain. This scene has been taken from an unspecified place and time.

It might be about me, you, or anyone. We all might find ourselves in an obligatory transforming moment where we are incapable of choosing a path for different circumstances.

Who can predict the future or what will occur?