Character: Gregory

The world has reached a boiling point; people are becoming more and more disgusting, all around are drunkards, all around are desperate, have lost faith.

When on the street my gaze glances at slum dwellers, rednecks, animals - creatures that I had hardly noticed before. - I helplessly feel how they involve me, and I see the personal hell of each of them. I left my shell. Now I am one of you.

By the way some people look, it’s easy to guess how they live.

The world is changing, the past is left behind, and from now on only an inexorably cruel future awaits us. The rednecks may have the upper hand, but they won't let him into their company.

Why do we let them torture us like this? Why are we so affectionate to them? Why?

- humanly!

Don't you think the weather affects our behavior more than we would like to admit?

When people first meet, they may start to speak sincerely. Then, inevitably - for most of them pretty soon, and in many cases and in general at once - one or another of them will begin to lie. In my experience, this is almost impossible to avoid. You know how to lie with ease - exactly what I need.

...stupid dream is for everyone. Dreaming is not forbidden.

The tale is light. The most valuable thing in this darkness.

The poet will be tame and the streets of heaven the poet is always rebellious.

The rules Is... don't follow them blindly. It's your life, your destiny.

- The nerves are stretched with the force of the strings, - said Gregory.
- A strength in which no more than the web.