A sackful of human flesh that lives off its nostalgia for other forgettable things until it comes face to face with what really matters, at which point it shivers like an engine before cutting out.

“Perhaps there really are occasions in life when it’s best not to say anything.”

“Всеки пое в своята посока, като билярдни топки след удар ...”

“Pita mene Amerikanac šta ti je to dunjaluk, ja ga pogledam, stvarno mu ne znam …”

“To je ona ljudska sklonost, ispunjena olovnim samosažaljenjem, da se svaka stva…”