Many say, listen to your internal voice and all will be fine. Well, I don’t know about you, but my voice doesn’t always find the right notes. Some days it sings off key, or other voices overlap and mute the one that has the least to say. This inner voice feels like a replica, something I often use as a synonym for the concept of the soul. At times, it is speechless, and yet it arrives with a smile or a sudden feeling of chills. Receiving direct advice from it does not really work, but it definitely offers feedback when the direction feels true. Many times, creation does not necessarily have a clear aim or result to pursue, sometimes it is simply a reflection in itself, an audiovisual journal, a reminder. The video and accompanying image were made during my semester in Catania. Being alone in a new environment, it is filled with hope, but old triggers do not disappear, nor do they fade. Solitude often makes them louder.