...Then, one day, lost in that other zone I had an epiphany: this new world I was traveling into was inhabited by mysterious creatures that took the shape of throwaway objects. Since then I have believed that all around us, there is some kind of sub-reality filled with Mutant objects, the ones we take advantage of and then we abandon. The cause of their mutation is still unknown to me. But it seems that, when escaping the control of ownership, they finally get to have an existence of their own which transforms them. Homeless but free, they wander the streets in an altered state, glittering with their last flamboyancy and displaying a neglected but captivating beauty. Unanimated at first sight, these half-zombie half-insane objects, can reawake from the dead in doubtful conditions creating weird and unusual scenes that tell us the most absurd stories. It’s a sad story that is the one of the Mutants. Young and strong, they are linked to slavery and the satisfaction of our selfish desires. Only when they are used and tired do they get to be free. They never get to express themselves with all their potential. The world of the mutants is fascinating, yet terrifying. It is invisible for most of us. One day, I’m sure, they will have revenge and the Great Rebellion of the Mutants will take place. For us humans, these days will be dark and scary. But I won’t be as afraid as you all, since I will have gotten to know them slowly, by seeing what they really are.