Valerio Dalla Ragione 
Vitreous body 

Capital city of the Danish Kingdom. Welfare State, bicycles, electric cars – and something tells me that I’m not sober. The wanted man driving this stolen car is not sober either, but it doesn’t really matter: I don’t know if it’s millions of hidden eyes, or perhaps my simple fear of being observed. Someone speaks of new religions spread in the metro building sites, of artificial intelligences and violent cops running after us, but all in all it’s little to nothing, in the absurd of this night whose end I still cannot imagine.