Character: George Sinawoy

- I'm allergic to the hormones..
- What are hormones?
- Self.

- What were you like as a child?
- I was much better than now. I was happy, open and curious, but I knew that all this will end. I was sad when I realized that everything will change and I will be to others. Likely worse. It's like nostalgia and it makes me feel old.

- You did the work, George?
- No.
- Why not?
- I was depressed.
- Oh, yeah? Why?
- Because I realized that one day I will die.

In the entire history of the light was born around 110 billion people. And none of them escaped death. The earth is now 6 billion 800 million people. Die each year about 60 million. 60 million...that is about 160 thousand a day. In my childhood I read a phrase: "We live alone and die alone, everything else is illusion". I didn't sleep that whole night. We all die alone. So why waste life on work, effort, struggle? For the sake of illusion? After all, no friends, no girlfriend, no conjugation of verbs, not the square root of the hypotenuse and help me to avoid their fate. I know how best to spend their time