Time flows in strange ways on Sundays, and sights become mysteriously distorted.

“The thoughts that occur to me while I’m running are like clouds in the sky. Clo…”

“What the hell kind of revolution have you got just tossing out big words that w…”

“O amor é isso mesmo meu caro Kafka. Tu é que andas sempre nas nuvens e experime…”

“In ancient times, people weren't just male or female, but one of three types: m…”