Fogón Tecnológico

Fogón tecnológico... technological bonfire...
As we flock around this bonfire I feel myself part of a new kinship of outcast members. But can my drawings redeem my feelings of loneliness in a cold space of invisibility? What is colder than the translucent skin of glass?

Fiestóforo at the tech bonfireIs this space the crystal cage that lets me observe the infinity but confines me inside this box-like prison?
Will this bonfire become our forthcoming exoskeleton?
Or is it just another fictional dream of communication?