I was alone on the journey to nowhere.
I type the words in random, hoping to achieve the greatness of the past.
How can I achieve something I never had?
I am waiting for the death. She is the greatest teacher, she is the god.
My mind is dull. My mind is lazy.
The pretences of sophisticated life.
I love the warm summers of Northern Europe, they are not too hot but it’s possible to sleep with an open window.
Summer gives people hope. She is a trickster. Autumn will send all hopes to death.
