Al Quotion. The Part Of Improvisation (№ 159251)

The amount of stuff in the end gives the fatigue. Almost summer from the heat of the night outside the window, the pain in his heart, the unfinished conversations, the unsolved questions in an incredibly timely words, the broken promises, the recriminations and the clamor of the city, annoying a mosquito and an unrealized dream, headache and useless solutions, light fever and a severe shortage of light and silence. It's irrelevant, petty, ridiculously stupid. But all together is the very stuffiness, mutneyuschee eye of reason nowhere, the desire to spit and go.