Excitement

is the feeling Christian Duque feels whenever the tides from information shakes him down under but, mostly up, way up above. Every byte of data becomes into an idea, a project, a contract. No matter if it ever comes to accomplishment, the time of realization us unbearably ecstatic. He's thankful for a mind that reenacts sensation usually better than the experience itself; imagination flies broad all over the coffee tables that lie onto reality, good think 'cause otherwise those would crash into pieces by such evil noise: The noise of vertiginous movement, fuckingly good music, souls trying endlessly to cross the human interface of skin (which explains the vast amount of accidents, wound in the back of the right hand, extreme fragility at face skin contact). Nothing soothes physical agitation that overcomes sleep and calm better than incorrectly government administrated hurricanes and natural disasters. Excitement is the name of an unmentionable strength who does whatever he wants and will only take part attending his haunting desire.