"I want to run, run and run, so fast through life that I catch up with nothing and nothing catches up with me, so fast that when I stop the crash would be the death of me, I want to run so fast that I won’t be able to notice cracks on walls or claws in people’s hands, so fast that I would only pass between colors; no faces, no words, no bonds, no wounds, I want to imprison myself in the freedom of fearing everything and nothing at all." —VàZaki Nada