Louise Walters. Suitcase Mrs Sinclair (№ 391122)

There are no gods. I know that. And meaning in this life. More precisely, in the existence that we call life. Around - completely madness and cruelty. Justice is just a word. What you like one, someone else is disgusting. It is useless to rely on the supernatural or to curse them. No one is sitting somewhere in the heavens or in the depths of hell, intrigues to mankind. Everything that happens only happens because it can happen. It is meaningless to talk of what lies beyond life with her breath, sleep, food, conversations, love and hate. And loss also makes no sense. They accompany us from the first minute of birth or beginning of life. I don't know when life begins. Does anyone know? But life itself is hard. And it will always be heavy. That's what I believe.