My bed; my wardrobe; my drawings on the wall.
My dolls; my games; my cosmetics.

It is where I live
at least half of my life.

Life is walking and breathing; talking and fighting
loving ourselves.
These are half in my room, half on my screen.

I wondered why.
Why Eva are you here only in half?

The answer is that outside this room is unavoidable death.

Life is to eat; to drink... to be pretty, even.
But death is waiting for me.

This death is insidious. It takes many years to get you
so you forget.

But you can run away.
Eva can walk and breathe; eat and drink... be pretty.

But what will it be of her screen?
Of her love?