pēc tam mājupceļā tramvajā raudāt par šo plakano, pelēko, sīko dzīves telpu, kas man dota..

vai arī pievērsties pārdomām par redzēto un dzirdēto. daudz.

bilde, kas to neilustrē

We're all on the brink of despair, all we can do is look each other in the face, keep each other company, joke a little... Don't you agree?

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This is how it always ends. With death. But first there was life, hidden beneath the blah, blah, blah... It's all settled beneath the chitter chatter and the noise, silence and sentiment, emotion and fear. The haggard, inconstant flashes of beauty. And then the wretched squalor and miserable humanity. All buried under the cover of the embarrassment of being in the world, blah, blah, blah... Beyond there is what lies beyond. And I don't deal with what lies beyond. Therefore... let this novel begin. After all... it's just a trick. Yes, it's just a trick.