Death was not the opposite of life. It was already here, within my being, it had always been here, and no struggle would permit me to forget that.

“Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, tryin…”

“Kitapus pievelės juodavo vėją užstojanti pušų giraitė, iš už kurios atsklisdavo…”

“We're both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We'e connected to reali…”

“Believe me, I know what I’m talking about. I’m working class. Revolution or not…”