Character: Bug

You never know people until dawn in the offices of the humpback? Especially the programmers of all sorts. All the people had gone home, and these sit alone and poking around in the system. It is impossible to turn off computers when they work.

- ... It's great when people can do that.
- When trying?
- When I can force myself to try.

Although, of course, you can say I'm just weak. Weak - that dragged me through life like a log on the river. There would be somewhere to stay, to find the feet of the bottom, its the way to go. But I have not been able to.

Still, the family is a very long relationship.

Since the mid-half good things are not done. Some things in the world work only alone. Some only two. to be able to combine them - a good thing. But to confuse one with the other is no good

Let you don't know anyone going, there is always some next chance...

Maybe you just have never died? Maybe only once to die, figure out what it was about?

It just seems that the earth under our feet is solid and sturdy. Before you know it, and you have crack failed. Once fails - do not get back. And live under the earth alone until I die...

Our memory is a terribly strange thing. Such a huge Cabinet full of anything. Superfluous knowledge, useless information, delusional thoughts score this wardrobe from top to bottom. And something really important to unearth, though burst...

I often think about the past. Especially now... this notice. In order to live, man needs the memories as fuel. Anyway, what memories. Expensive or worthless, important or ridiculous - they're all just fuel. The newspaper advertisement or philosophical treatises, dirty porn or ten banknotes to fire, in which they are thrown, it's all just paper. It would not be the fire blaze in different ways, saliva and then: "Oh, Kant's planted!" or "yeah, the evening news!" or "Wow, what Tits!" Fire everything... damn That's the same with our memories. Unnecessary, random, junk, disposable - everything will fit, but if the fire is not extinguished...