Book: Double twine

He clumsily killing time, which is expertly killed him.

The map of our lives is folded in such a way that we see one crossing the big road, but every time a new track with each new turn of the cards. It seems to us that we choose and we have no choice.

Whatever class we went, all of us together life on the same great speed, in the same train hurtling toward death. The wiser thing would be to sleep all the way to this final station. But alas, the drive fascinates us and we are so imbued with excessive interest in what should be only to help us pass the time on the last day, it is difficult to put your suitcase.

As black sunglasses, and melancholy extinguish the colors of the world, but through them you can see with your eyes, the sun and death.

In the moment of awakening in us thinks of an animal, plant. The idea of the primitive, nothing starkly. We see a scary world, because we see what is. A little later the mind infests us a glimpse of their tricks. He has a small trifles, toys that a person invents in order to hide the emptiness. And we think that now we see is true. Unpleasant feelings we attributed to the emanations of the brain, reconstructed from a dream to reality.