We all have this very particular moment at some point in our lives, when we need to spend some time by ourselves. Whether it is self-indulgence or simply searching for self-healing retreat when we are hurt or heart-broken or even just bluntly tired from being overworked, we tend to switch off and turn ourselves up into hands of solitary eternity, where no others are expected to accompany us on a journey throughout the process of thought mapping and contemplation. We escape reality and let ourselves loose to begin the deconstruction mode and decompose every thought into tiny molecules of banality. Then followed by analysing, flipping from side to side, reconsidering, repulsively denying, and yet antagonistically accepting gained reverse effects upon assembling and reconstructing what once was incomprehensible at that time. We all have this particular moment of being me, myself and I.