Through the window of my room I stared at a gloomy morning with a glass of low-alcohol beer and cigarettes. It rained heavily last night; this morning is rather cloudy. My life is increasingly uncertain, without work and money. I am not a body or flesh, I am in a body. I was imprisoned in my body. I wish I could save time in a bottle.
People say we are all the same but why are there poor and rich, why are there unemployment and workers?
If money is not important, why do all religious houses have charity boxes? I often ask myself:
-Why didn't Adam eat snakes?
-Why eating apples can cause nude?
-Is heaven lacking cloth?
I feel that my life is between memories and dreams. But I feel there is no past, there is no future, there is only the present; now. When days get darker, when life gets more uncertain, if no one cares about you, all we have is ourselves.