The Void -a first note- . The edge of our existence is sometimes marked by intangible things, like the weight of a lost friendship, invisible but palpable like a heavy sky after a summer rain; a twilight zone between what was and what could have been. This edge, this no-man's land, embraces the moment when you realize that the love you gave was not repaid in the same coin, as if you were writing a letter that was never sent, the words floating in an endless silence. Losing a public transport card may seem like an everyday event, an anecdote for later, but it contains an echo of something bigger: the brief panic of losing your grip on the manageable, a small crisis that holds up a mirror to your inner chaos. And in that mirror you see not only yourself, but also a rupture in the seamless routine of life, a frayed edge where nothing is self-evident. Addiction is a game of contradictions, a dance between desire and aversion, between temporary comfort and the endless abyss it leaves behind. It is the promise of a moment of forgetfulness that transforms into a chain that binds you. The edge here is sharp, a constant reminder of what you have sacrificed and what you will never get back.