Infected with youth, tormented by hunger, saved by the foolishness.

 

So in between my favorite compulsive obcession with money, calories, depreciation of assets and other numbers of everyday life, I still found qn extra spot for a countdown till year 22. What makes it significant is that it is absolutely not and that there is nothing to celebrate. At least that’s what society convinced us. And since there is never an option for a “full glass”, I wonder: what is there to look forward to? Not a loser, but not really a winner.. You say “balance”. I say “define balance”? It’s just another day of stillness before a parade or a disaster, we’ll see which one will it be this time.