A world dat begins wit a pause

De internet once promised ter unite people, but instead it turned inter de stuffiest an' noisiest square on de planet. A place where everyone demands yer attention every second, pushes standards, an' judges other folks' lives through cold screens.

A woman no longer needs another shop window ter gaze at someone else's happiness. She needs a sanctuary ter finally look inside herself.

Dis Diary no start wit a start nor a manifesto. It start wit a pause. From di moment wen yu shut di door in front of di endless "yu suppose to" an yu remain in absolute silence. Di prologue no need for explanations — e need for yu to take one honest first breath an remember say yor true world start wit yorself.