I find myself thinking about my ongoing existence as a human being and the path that lies ahead of me. Though of course these thoughts lead to but one place - death.

“It's hard to breathe, and I close my eyes. There's a hard lump of air in my che…”

“Cuộc đời tôi chấm dứt ở tuổi hai mươi. Từ đó trở đi nó chỉ là một chuỗi bất tận…”

“Narrow minds devoid ofimagination. Intolerance, theories cut off from reality, …”

“sometimes i'd wake up at two or three in the morning and not be able to fall as…”