...But he still doesn't understand "why people think it was a big deal to cycle to Europe"."I did what I had to, I had no money but I had to meet her. I was cycling for love, but never loved cycling. It's simple."The story 

Harmonica was broken.

با بحران کشف جعبه سیگار در کیف مواجهیم.

(On the way back from a crime scene, a satanic ritual homocide)- I'd consider myself a realist, all right, but in philosophical terms, I'm what's called a pessimist.+Um, okay.What's that mean?-It means I'm bad at parties.+Let me tell you, you ain't great outside of parties either.-I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself.We are creatures that should not exist by natural law.+Huh. That sounds god-fucking-awful, Rust!-We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, this accretion of sensory experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody when, in fact, everybody's nobody.+I wouldn't go around spouting that shit if I was you.People around here don't think that way.I don't think that way.-I think the honorable thing for our species to do is deny our programming.  Stop reproducing. Walk hand in hand into extinction.&n

What now, José?The party’s over,the lights are off,the crowd’s gone,the night’s gone cold,what now, José?what now, you?you without a name,who mocks the others,you who write poetrywho love, protest?what now, José?You have no wife,you have no speechyou have no affection,you can’t drink,you can’t smoke,you can’t even spit,the night’s gone cold,the day didn’t come,the tram didn’t come,laughter didn’t comeutopia didn’t comeand everything endedand everything fledand everything rottedwhat now, José?what now, José?Your sweet words,your instance of fever,your feasting and fasting,your library,your gold mine,your glass suit,your incoherence,your hate—what now?Key in handyou want to open the door,but no door exists;you want to die in the sea,but the sea has dried;you want to go to Minasbut Minas is no longer there.José, what now?If you screamed,if you moaned,if you playeda Vieese waltz,if you slept,if you tired,if you died…But you don’t die,you’re stubbo, José!Alone in the darklike a wild ani

اون سگ مست درون، از همه بهتره.

P.s: How the f I'm goa answer you?!

اون حقیقت موحش رو حاتمی خوب فهمیده فقط.

همه چیزمان باید به همه چیزمان بیاید.

I cant sleep. Its been 2 weeks so far. I cant sleep at all.