twenty and still brimming with ideas and possibilities.

one day, I got stuck in a reality that exists in a web of advanced capitalism, coexisting with everything else

then I lost everything.

'what to do with my money when I cannot have anything that I really like?', I asked myself some other day.

'no, that's the way how it should go. no other thing to do. three years or so or later you'll find yourself here. you just came to the party earlier, but hey, you're not alone. look around.', replied whoever.

my mouth started to rant like a guilty politician.

'whoever wanted !@#$ like this? from birth to slave 'til death. there has too be something different. whoever wanted to kill himself in exchange with these !@#$% things?'

still on the web though. waiting.