I design a nest of protection, of comfort, open to being occupied by empathy, love and connections. At the same time, it's my bubble that tries to escape invasions. Thorny ones appear without asking permission. They wrap themselves up and crush to erase what is already in that space. They just want space, power. They want to assert their position. They fear neither means nor measures. And they objectify themselves in others, objectifying themselves. Being for themselves, self-centered among objects that create utility. Useful? So much greed becomes useless. Useless humanity that weaves nothing between flames and cries of despair. Losses between paths and tears of blood. How these acts invade the nest. This safe haven, which is not enclosed, is not a bunker. Sleeping in this shelter is a body that feels its survival in an abyss.