I wonder. Why the memory remains and existence of childhood. Then why to grow old. Why do we need partners, counter-partners. Why clockwise and anti-clockwise. Why not just be wise or be dumb. Why must be both. Why the hell am I writing and jotting this down.
The misanthropic life ahead starts the speech by telling small jokes here and there. Just in case the history gets alive again and it needs to get along fine with me. Else, everyone dies. I talk nonsense. So, what? We all gonna die- alone.
This time- God please, let me get what I want.