Sitting in the house’ darkest room – black walls, shiny black ceiling, dark blue floor. I can see myself in the mirror, so I place my last find – an old wine balloon, in front of myself. At that point I hadn’t thought about taking a photo. Probably since all I can see is a very tired empty woman. No presence while wearing this invisible shell. I can’t get inside of it. Sitting by myself knocking myself out with spinning thoughts and feelings there are no words for. And I was supposed to be happy because I’m nominated for Best Interior Lifestyle Blog in Amara Interior Blog Award 2017. Where did I go?