If you're reading this right now, it's because you're inside my head. Can you tell me what's inside a head? Can you tell me if, in this theater, in this thought, I can reach the truth? Will the truth fit in the memory of an image? Because even though there's an image, that doesn't mean this place exists. Even though reality is something we never know what it's like, much less through an image of a place we don't even know exists. Which doesn't mean that everything that truly exists fits into this image, nor does it mean that they're actually inside my head. Claudia R. Sampaio