Why not leave it. He who writes the columns always follows the apologies of withdrawal in time. Before stocks are exhausted. The issues, to me, I have not been able to exhaust them, because I am not an expert in anything, and I have never had messages to convey to Euskal Herria. It would not be helpful for me to explain why I would not have to start at that time. The keys to elegance have always seemed obscure to me. It is true that this is dirty, because from time to time, if not always, we are on the edge of ridicule (with the zipper open on the brags of the professor who is dressed in a hurry), and in front of the computer, the honored person is very naked, in view of the opinions. Fatigue and fear would be my reasons.

To ease the fear, I take the place and I imagine that we only read the columns me and the coordinators: the lie, I am always responding to another, and every time we communicate we seek an interlocution of the size of the channel. Atheist and lonely, if I think silently, only hears me and answers myself; but if I write, even if the receiver is not in sight, even if the written thing is lost somewhere, not even without taking it to a book, the first sketched letters represent the interlocutor rather than its own meaning. It's perhaps one more way to confront death: and this is to overcommunicate.

There are brains that overcommunicate with what they're wearing in the first skull, and the one that's wearing in the skull can't resist the desire to understand that overcommunication, and the questions accumulate and accumulate, they approach the white leaf as if the milk overflows, and so Israel's surviving/surviving, the rise of orthodontics, or the relationship that's just begun. They're not poets or singers. They're storytellers. For the next question, you want a slider that's kind of solid, and the strong is something that can be the shadow of a last crease, but you can't get it, because you crush through the surface what's acquired a solid form. They want to learn from communication above, they isolate themselves from overcommunication, and what has been said today is a nuance that has been put on for tomorrow, and for the past tomorrow is something else. And I couldn't stop.

We forget the fear of understanding, asking for help in Telegram, in emails, in letters, in stories, in columns… supercommunicating obscenely.