That momentary love you feel when you're taking a shower and looking down, seeing the water hitting the floor and the tiny drops floating in the air after bouncing a few centimeters.

If you pay attention, you'll see that some bounce twice before disintegrating when they encounter a trace of soap. Those that fall directly onto the soap don't even bounce; it's almost as if they go to another dimension.

In reality, they've only ceased to be singular, becoming part of the mini-ocean that already covered the floor.

Become infinite.

Nobody's here anymore. Or anywhere.

Emilico