Book: Dens, dens, dens

To this very minute I thought that silence is when someone is just silent. But the silence of Gotanda was something special. It was high quality silence is beautiful, stylish, intelligent.

My classmate in all movies played the same stereotyped noble role of the athlete with a clear mind and long legs. Movie this guy was complete crap, the story could be guessed in the first five minutes, and the Director seems to spit on their duties before them started.

Who is investing the largest capital that goes to the most helpful information and the highest return on investment. The question of "whose fault" is not worth it at all. Everything is already inside the formula investment. The concept of honesty in this world does not exist. Too invested a huge amount. Resort to violence if necessary. The police in the investigation behaves, to put it mildly, without enthusiasm. With the police all long since been agreed - from the bottom to the top. It's not even corruption. It is a system. A set of conditions for productive capital investment.

Nothing was thought of. I just listened to the music and all.

- What do you remember from school? asked Gotanda.
- An enduring feeling of powerlessness and of their own misery.

Our needs are not born by themselves. Us made, and put it up on a silver platter.

Here it is, the development of Capitalism. We live in it, whether we like it or not. Philosophy in such a world, the more, the more similar to the theory of General management. For philosophy too is inextricably linked with the dynamics of the era.

Anyway, each person has in the life of its top. And after he it climbed, only to descend.

If the housing is in the center if the car is "BMW" if watch, then rolex, and so on. <...> And everyone will try to buy it all just to feel their exclusivity. To finally become this. And I can not understand one thing: the desire just makes it like everyone else!

Different we still. Her loneliness is an unpleasant feeling that need someone quickly to dispel. 've found someone, dispelled and there is no loneliness. And all is well. No more problems... And I can't do that.

"Where am I?" - I ask myself. The question is, devoid of any meaning. Ask him, don't ask - the answer is always known in advance. I - in your own life. Around - my only reality.

School is not the place where you need to go through the power. And if you don't want, it is better not to go. About school I know all about it. Horrible place. All sorts of fools turn up their noses. Incompetent teachers of a genius pretending. Strictly speaking, eighty percent of these teachers are either brainless idiots or sadists. And some do both at once. Reach the handle from stress, and then the most vile ways for students to recoup. Always some rules, shallow and absolutely pointless. The whole learning - on the principle of "keep your head down" and get good grades, only nerds without an ounce of imagination... And since it was before. And now exactly the same. This shit will never change.

It ever disappears. Nothing goes in without a sound. The wind fills any signs that we are trying to draw in the sand. And no one can stop him.

After ten outside the window rustled drizzle - very light, the peace, which finally realize that all live in the light, the sounds of running from the roof water.