to be honest es neko nesaprotu no eksistences. es visu laiku seezhu istabaa un meegjinu izdomaat, bet man nekas nenaak praataa. tad es izeju aaraa, un no negliituma un skaistuma man luuzt sirds un es atkal beegu iekshaa istabaa.

i cannot come to terms, cope with the aimlessness, the 'anything goes', the 'everything is nothing is everything', vai cilveeks vispaar ir taa uzbuuveets, lai apzinoties, cik viss ir plashs un bez nosaciijumiem speetu veel kaadaa pieklaajiigaa, manieree eksisteet, with integrity to what he knows?