I had learned loneliness's extremes and had mapped its boundaries; loneliness was no longer something new or frightening - just another aspect of life that, once identified, seemed to disappear. But I realized a capacity for not feeling lonely carried a very real price, which was the threat of feeling nothing at all. (Douglas Coupland. Life after God. In The Desert.) Kā viņam tā tik neatvairāmi labi sanāk, uzzīmēt To, Kam Pāri Trīsdesmit, eksistenciālās skumjas?
bozenaNu... es varētu pateikt, bet neteikšu! :D Es jau tā griežos kā viens jobannijs vilciņš!
begemotsCik sapratu, endorfīni sāk lekt ārā tikai pie svīšanas!