Character: David. Page 1

- I have your contact details, I will be watching you.
They were right on your account. You sick psychopath!
- Highly active sociopath. With your number.

In order to create something, you first need to destroy.

- Maybe you're asking too much?
Someone who saw me for who I am.
It's kind of hard. You're far hidden.

- You want to say that you are dissatisfied with life?
- Who is happy?
- J.
- Is she serious?
- I hope.
- Well, then you are a lucky man, though, and haven't won in Las Vegas.

Big things have small beginings.
Great things start small.

- Have you ever heard about the splitting of consciousness or depersonalization?
- What is it?
- A condition in which one body can live several completely different personalities. In American psychiatry, the disease known as dissociative identity disorder. Such cases are first described two centuries ago. It usually starts-those experienced in childhood trauma. The patient tries to cut off bad memories and is fenced off from them, making up another "I". Sometimes these "me" sometimes a great many.
And they all know each other?
- Sometimes. And sometimes not. Tony Lett obviously familiar. Ashley obviously has no idea about their existence. "Alternates" appear because his "I" is unable to endure mental anguish and emotional pain. It is a peculiar way to escape from reality. Every time the patient takes another shock or shock, can be born a new identity. Such "I" can differ dramatically from each other. Some silly, others have a brilliant mind. They even speak different languages and have diverse tastes.
And... does it happen often?
- Some researchers claim that one percent of the population suffers from splitting of consciousness, and in psychiatric hospitals these patients are approximately 20 percent.
But Ashley seemed perfectly normal, ' said David.
- Such people are quite normal, until the stage comes another alien "I". They work, raise children, marry, marry, in short, leading a normal life, but the substitution can occur at any moment. Alien "I" is the host body for an hour, a day or even a few weeks, and then the person can lose memory, sense of time, to do strange things, which in life would have thought in the normal state.

Imagine that you created from the tiniest of atoms, and there are millions of living organisms that arose on the thin stone shell over the abyss of liquid metals. We hold the terrible power that bothers you and we revolve around the Sun at a speed of 67 miles per hour, to bring in the milky Way at a speed of 600 miles an hour in a Universe that may be chasing my tail at the speed of light in this whole mess, aware of the inevitability of the end, the brutal power of death, we are drawn to each other...

There was a time when I thought that my life will begin after graduation. Then I began to think that I will begin to live, when will my book or when I become famous due to some other stuff. My brother told me an amazing thing: he believed that his life begins when he turns fifty. As you seem to when begin your life?

Cinema can penetrate any defense and break your heart.

I believe in friends. I think friends need. But what if one day you will understand that you can't trust them, then what? Then what?!

The past is haunting you, whether you like it or not... It could be a gift or a curse if you allow that to happen!

Is only on account of last time.

The phone rings. He does not raise. The answering machine on.
Hey, David, it's Camille. You know, when Dostoevsky was writing the gambler, he signed a contract with the publisher that can deliver the manuscript in 26 days. He managed, but only with the help of a young stenographer. This girl stayed with him and helped, and later they got married. Aha ha, isn't it great?! So he found himself a wife. I read the whole story in the introduction to "Crime and punishment" and that's what I thought, it could happen to us. So I thought I'd read all these books instead of you, and then tell us - then you could focus on the music, if you will, of course, agree. And if you are not satisfied, then let's forget and you jump. But, if you want to open that door.
To open this door?!
He goes to the door, looks through the peephole and sees the cover of the novel of Dostoevsky. Opens the door. She:
- Well? Then it's settled.
Does this mean we're married?
- I have so much to read... hi, I'm Camille.
Hi, I'm David.

John Lennon was my God.