es te atkal lasu savu vieniigo dziives true love fernando, un katrs vinja rakstiitais teikums man kaa zelta moneeta iekriit dveeselee. es veelaizvien neesmu izleemusi, kam dot vairaak valju, fiziskai spacetime dziivei vai timeless expansive mental wanderings.

"Men of action are the involuntary slaves of the men of reason. The worth of things depends on their interpretation. Certain men make things which other men invest with meaning, bringing them to life. To narrate is to create, while to live is merely to be lived"

es nekad neatradiishu labu darbu, es palikshu nozheelojama un vientulja un bez naudas, un veca, un depresiiva, un manus kaulus apgrauziis sunji. un es vispaar vairs neko negribu teikt un man viss ir pohuj.