There was this idea that started to take shape in my head, that of a car crash. A fictitious memory but one that struck me the most. I saw it like fireworks. A brutal impact that we can only admire. Was it a materialization of my fears that had already been allayed or an empathetic vision of a crashing system? My first desires appeared in direct relation to the car. A symbol of freedom which embodies the hope and desire to go further. The crash, on the other hand, means that you never reach your destination. Maybe caused by perfectionism that remains.