He noticed one day how the thought of shooting his brains out was born. The thought ordered his ideas for a split second. For a brief moment everything was ok, because he was dead. No worries. No misunderstandings. Loneliness was all nonsense now. Then he woke up and continued eating.
20 marzo 2013
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