man pietruukst earnestness. es nezinu kaa cilveeks var buut earnest pa ko taadu, ko vinjsh nezina un nejuut un nav piedziivojis.

taadeelj esmu izleemusi, ka es paarstaashu mekleet esiibas centru. lasiit, skatiities, domaat, i'm making no progress, all is wasted, nevermore. es shovakar ieshu ar beibeem dzert un piipeet. es jau zinu ka shii vasara buus taada pati kaa ieprieksheejaa miinus enchantment.

“The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”
— Sylvia Plath