What “These empty shells are mine” is trying to communicate through these works is that feeling of a fever in the body, when a disease takes over. A reaction to a stimulus that we encounter in our lives, an unfairness. A reaction that we are starting to dissolve more and more as we evolve, making us casualties of a more civilized version of ourselves. We are trying with all our might to bypass a fever instead of letting it cleanse our system. We are desperate to tell ourselves that we don’t have to (over)react. But certain individuals find an opening somewhere in their shells, and they manage somehow to have a reaction to a system failure. It’s things and reactions that we only dream of. Literally. One could say they are actually fever dreams, through their brutal development. But isn’t a brutal reaction exactly the thing we yearn for when we are subdued? We keep convincing our mind that it isn’t so, but our bodies tell us otherwise. Our shells start shivering when we get yelled at. Our brain tells us not to move. Some people got to override this segment. We can judge them in many ways, but we have to admit that reaction, just like a fever, is better at saying that something is wrong with the body.