In the face of conflict, silence is an option, a choice that hides fear. It's easy, it doesn't require effort, its path is smooth. However, it outlines an uncertain horizon that, without the capacity for decision, presents a future full of unknowns. Little by little, silence needs more silence to avoid confronting distortions of imposed realities. Sooner or later, tons of noisy pollution assault its intimacy until it's cornered in a harsh solitude. Again, these silences now need more silence. Around, crumbs of ingenuity remain while colors have lost their nuances and light has become diffuse and difficult. Everything, now, is nothing.