Contest Entry:

I think we've become friends, maybe it's because we see each other almost every day, and we talk for hours. I have come to notice that indifference is composed of thousands of insignificant things that create a shell and become the
foundation of something much bigger than us, something lasting and real.
In a short time a strange called Indifference has become a partner of my life, of all Venezuelan lifes.

In Venezuela we all live with her, one night she murder 9 boys, the protest intensifies. And when the sun rises you notes that nothing matters, everything remains the same. And the world just keeps spinning