We can't feel anything - all that's left inside us is dust.

At the time of the Revolution, dogs howled day and night all over Russia.

When you've nothing to live for, you get to thinking inside your head.

Everything comes to an end, only objects are left to pine in the dark.

Happiness will come from materialism, not from meaning.

Without truth I feel ashamed to be alive.

I have a trend of my own.