Al Quotion. The Part Of Improvisation (№ 158216)

Go to the kitchen, brew a strong tea, a smoke and a tired look out the window. Let the world become what it is: a little sad, a little happy. Simple and clear. Let's all just somewhere noisy machine and something I bet the neighbors are, let them through the open window blows the same wind with the smell of petrol, strange spirits and misplaced the freshness of mountain peaks. Let burn the same lonely lights and mysterious dark same sky. After all, it's not so bad. And the bitterness will fade, heavy lump in my throat pereplelis into something else, diluting the overall tone of a world in which someone just smokes in the kitchen and looking out the window.