to be an object that I am forced to be in this culture of objects. I refuse to be somebody I am not. That we are objects, bodies, wanted, tossed, unseen, squeezed and disregarded just like that. That world is for somebody else than me. I refuse to be what is wanted me to be by whomever, which I have always thought is nothing, an object as nothing. What an insane and stupid idea. Who the fuck invents ideas of me and for me. I am expected to be nothing and be happy with that zero existence. I refuse completely to co-operate with such wall that is made for me, of me and in me.