Trampled by the vacuum

A place lost in the depths of his own conscience, where silence reigns supreme timeless,
the feeling of vacuum under the foot increases the sense of fall bringing us to reflection.
The thought is reborn with a weight, head down to it to direct the way to go. Suddenly before the destruction demand our nature, no longer a vacuum under the foot, but the roots of cement also deny space to walk, the only is the mind able to hang on to the memory of nature.