Because of the distrust that has grown from our experience, we are very careful whom we welcome. We are selective in our companions, we look suspiciously those who sit beside us in a bar and start talking to us: is he crazy? What's he up to? we wonder. The city becomes a desert. With groups of friends who are nobody else's friends. As Emily Dickinson, the reclusive poet, once wrote: The soul selects its own society, then shuts the door.

All shall be well (2014)