My thoughts began to fill my head with the impetuosity of a thousands horses: why everybody felt so awkwardly aloof? I looked around, still sitting on my chair with a seraphic smile, or at least, I knew it was a seraphic smile under that mask, but inside I was so curious about every single masks; each of them was particular, uncommon, special in their own way. It was like strolling around a whole new city.
Yet, tired of fantasizing about the place and the masks, I’ve lift up form my chair and approach a person with a glass: I swiftly took the first glass on the table and with a casual talking, I prayed for a good company.
“All these masks are confusing, right?” I sipped from the glass, regretting the choice, “But it’s intriguing”

















