You respect it but the word doesn’t respect you and this “Respect” word tries to force you not to respect anymore. And evolution goes on and on as you are still feeling like you are fighting against a word unknown. The World is unnamed yet or the fame is a weak question before asking how many bodies are enough to forget. How many dead bodies are enough to create? How many fake bodies are enough to play this cold fake theatre from the beginning to the last second of a weak, hot, sexy summer day? It is a very cold summer death indeed and this unique ambiguity is still trying to force you to make more mistakes about the weak holidays you can never experience to regret or forget.